I do not know, will I be ableTo become a hearth and from myself,Warm your brimming soulAnd keep it alive for a lifetime?

To burn my body's bones and my desiresIn a beautiful flame,So the rains will never wet youAnd you may be happy for life?

To let you drink my blood as wineAnd my dreams like roasted meat,To turn your life into springEven though I myself will be dead?

This remains the unconsumed part of me...