Loving you as I do my dearest, I pray
That all desire for me
Be snatched away from you
Without resistance, while you are sleeping
That you wake up one morning
And think of me no more
You feel no pain or pleasure
On account of my existence
That you do not hear me and do not see me
When I quietly slip away with what belonged to both, leaving nothing for you
And after I have left from your midst
You do not miss my presence nor resent my absence
That you cease loving what cannot be yours
And pining for what is not
That you can have all that you desire
And desire nothing you cannot.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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