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THE BURDEN OF LOVE





Atlas holding up the world was not for nothing;

He did it for Herkales in the garden of Hesperdies;

There is so much to tend to in all these Edens



The Holy Family accepted much snow at Christmas;

Love will bear any burden to shift our souls; snow

Drifts melt and so does the carapace of our egos.



Lovers such as you and I have often been exiled;

But it is no burden that I carry your picture with me;

For this, I feel your exhaled breathe as I sleep.



Every century is full of lovers, so why do we worry;

The Dutch have grown tulips for six hundred years

Nothing is a burden to the lover’s tree holding up love.



Our fate was decided when we heard the cry of hemlocks;

There was no burden of love in that springtime; laughing

And crying together is equally yoked for posterity.



Men and women like you and I put our trust in the

Dusky footprints that lead to the setting stars at night;

Hundreds of Platos know the burden of love’s journey.