Love, for the lack of a better word,
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?
Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?
No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.
Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?
And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!
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