When you’re in love with someone
you’re always saying goodbye.
The happiest moments are when you cry,
when you’re in love with someone.
The harm done to you by love is precisely
the punishment you never deserved
precisely because you never meant to be loved.
It is agony enough to love, but when you
see you are loved, too! What can you do?
in this poem, or elsewhere?
when it’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s true?