The Love
I think you are my love
though you cut me like a knife
when I brought you into my beating glove
into my life
Lovely youth, shining
star. Your appearance
has no equal living
nor equal presence
How can I not love you,
you Greek Adonis ?
Your beauty is true
as true as I can miss
Scary knot of feelings !
Subject of my 'wrong' ?
Why must I love you ?
How have you won ?