Love is more acceptance than a plan.
Who would be more real to me than
I? I found you there inside my heart,
Already made; and, too, found you apart.
I do not take discovery like this
Lightly. You think I wanted just a kiss?
To twine my limbs with yours upon a bed?
A waist to hold my hand, a breast my head?
Desire has its place but it is fair
To say I loved that I might be aware
Of loving you; and not to take or steal
A single thing, but just to make you real.
And you are. These bonds cannot be burst;
The heart you broke is where I found you first.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem