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I will not say that I cannot smile without you,

     That I cannot laugh nor sing,

     That I find it hard to do anything.

I will not say that my heart has rotted to a hollow pit,

     That I’m incapable of feeling emotion,

     Unable to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin

     Or hear the birds shouting victory songs in the morning.

Nor will I say that I do not miss you,

     That I do not love you,

     Or even that I wish I had never met you.

I cannot stop loving you.

No matter what I say or do, you know my heart is true.

The corners of these lips have turned upward

     In response to voices that are not your own.

Laughter has escaped from the depths of my being,

     Not allowing the suffering to overtake my entirety.

My heart has felt the sweet caress of happiness,

     Of freedom and of joy,

     As well as the bitter pangs of loneliness.

But even as I live this life,

     Smiles, laughter, and sorrows included,

     I cannot stop loving you.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved –  

     In secret, between the shadow and the soul,

     Hidden within the world behind my eyes.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,

     But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers,

     The hope of beauty in an barren shell.

Thanks to your love, a certain solid fragrance,

     Risen from the very depths of this earth,

     Lives deeply and darkly within my body.

I love you without knowing how or when or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.

I love you so because I know no other way than this,

     That your hand on my chest would be as my hand,

     That your eyes would close as I fall asleep.

I love you knowing that I cannot

     Take my eyes of off you,

     Pull my mind away from you,

     Or escape the constant torture of your absence.

With every love there is a lover;

With every rose there is a bud;

With every story there is an ending,

     And for every hour of the day

     There is a memory of a love now lost.