In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty, how to make poems
You dance inside my heart
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
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The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
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We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
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What was in that candle’s light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?
Come back, my friend! The form of our love
is not a created form.
Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember
when my soul heard something
from your soul. I drank water
from your spring and felt
the current take me.
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