Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear off
The delicate daisy petals.
Everyone on earth is destined to feel
The torments of love.

Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way

This form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,

I hate the way ill always love you

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.