I looked and looked at her,
and I knew as clearly as I know that I will die...
that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth.
She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago,
澳门新永利官网，but I loved her; this Lolita, pale and polluted,
and big with another man's child.
She would fade and wither, I didn't care.
I would still go mad with tenderness...
at the mere sight of her face.