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Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

You don’t want to hear the story

of my life, and anyway

I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it’s the same old story—

a few people just trying,

one way or another,

to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind.

You are killing me, but you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you. Come оn and kill me. I do not care who kills who.

Let me be as warm air that billows you, let me be as irresistibly soft scent

Someday, somewhere, with someone, there may be the chance to balance, to stabilize, to learn to integrate all. Who knows? But maybe?

I should have a castle for us and bring you to me, so that you can be my enchanted lord, we will have many tapestries in it and music and invent love.