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To you, the only one who knows this,
I dedicate this,
Simply. Without a sound. Without a kiss.
I learned from you what is best for me.
You improved me. That was part of our destiny.
There was… love, but it is not polite to talk of that.
And I won’t. Losing weight from worry isn’t good. Everyone should get fat.
My adoration for you is unceasing.
Strange, strange, strange! how we died, and are now dead to each other—
But we still live, in the songs of afternoons, as before, feeling love
For a million things.
We died to each other
And perhaps that’s why
My love can live and die for you every day;
Because love died, and dies again and again,
I love you now more than I loved you then,
More than when I touched you, and held you close
And the uncomprehending would glimpse us: crying
By the sea, or kissing as we walked: two ghosts.
Do not doubt that for us love still lives.
Where there has been love, even the broken gives.
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