Four Hands Sonnet

 All of love that exists in me has been given.

All that speaks of me of love has been said.

From nothing in me, love made the infinite

That by far made me enslaved.

So prodigal of love I was poor

So easy to love I was banished.

Every vow I made rose to shout

Against my own give too much.

I have given of love more than I could

In this my poor human heart

Of this eternal love of mine did not give before.

For if by so much giving I made a mistake

Better off giving and receiving

To live the life of love without harm.

Vinicius de Moraes and Paulo Mendes Campos