When your face appeared over my crumpled life at first I understood only the poverty of what I have. Then its particular light on woods, on rivers, on the sea became my beginning in the coloured world in which I had not yet had my beginning. I am so frightened, I am so frightened, of the unexpected sunrise finishing, of revelations and tears and the excitement finishing. I don't fight it, my love is this fear, I nourish it who can nourish nothing, love's shipshod watchman. Fear hems me in. I am conscious that these minutes are short and the colours in my eyes will vanish when your face sets.
~ Yevgeny Yevtushenko