To Love You
It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has
already its ruinous path and everything good is over
before it begins.
It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing
up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere.
But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving
way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.
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