This Is Love
Taste the antagonisms,
dare to surrender to impulses
be perplexed by abysses,
not living before wrists ...
Not having out of love,
warmth, shelter and rest
being shot down with glow
be simple but proud ...
Imbibe hemlock for wine,
scorn profit and ruin
but absorb the pleasure
of the nest
Donate body and soul and fate
and wait in the disappointment,
this is love, no mistake ...!
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