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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