I never want of you for love,
But love is all I have. I love
Your heart for it, and this heart is,
As one lone heart is: yours to me.
One life, this life, is but my life
To live, and never held to breathe:
Except your breath and that of this:
One thought of all this life I give.
And with this life, this love before
My last, I'll breathe and say O Love!
I loved you more - and always that
Shall be my lot for you, my heart,
Forevermore.
-2005 - summer
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