or one without heart,
but I cannot love you.
Though I’ve written you
a thousand times over —
many a love letter —
I simply cannot fall.
I have dressed you beautifully
in gorgeous white for a wedding
I presumptuously call ours,
but I cannot let it be.
You are the goddess —
so near, yet ever unreachable.
It is through your eyes that the sun shines,
and in your lips
that nectars of golden symphony appear.
You are the light beyond the horizon,
and the one who silences all sound.
But nevertheless,
we simply
cannot be.
I am in love with you.
I still am,
but—
how can my thoughts
be of love
when the world is ending?
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