Tuesday, July 29, 2014



How can I be proud 
if I am ashamed?
If love is a secret,
I’m keeping it so.

How can I have faith
if I am a sinner?
If love is a regret,
I am doomed to rue.

Still, the time goes on
and I live partially:
keeping one eye open,
sleeping one eye closed.

Noon until the night,
love hides from the bright.
Moon until dawn’s light,
love blooms out of sight.

How am I so vacant,
timid and self-betraying?
If love is everything,
I’ve everything to give.

Why am I so distant,
fickle and self-decaying?
Now I’ve given everything,
I’ll wait forever to receive.

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