Do not think of me. Love me.

Do not think of me. Love me.
That shall somehow suffice.
……
……

Let us be purposeless
Sedately and for a task.
We can be nothing this
Dashes not with the mask
Of being anything...
Be we eer on the wing...

And towards nowhere flying,
Maybe we shall obtain
A thought of what our dying
May steal from life and pain...