I loved you before I knew you
Foolishly so
Before the broken glasses and the time spent alone
Before the breaks of the work at hand
With leftover sandwiches and orange peels
I loved you still
And after the tossing of old newspapers
And the turning of the clocks
The mid-August heat
The late December frost
I could never keep you
That much I did not know
But I knew that when I loved you
I wouldn't let you go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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