Love cries
Because it loves
Its tears selfish
And not selfish at all
It cannot bear absence
Not loving the one
For whom it would
Give its whole life
If it could be measured
It would have
The length and depth
Of tears
Floods and Oceans
For Love is water
In all its shapes
And temperament
And when I die
Do not put sweet words
On my lips
I will not say
That I am only gone
To the next room
I will not ask you
Not to cry
I should not tell you
Anything about how
You should grieve
But if I would
I should ask you to cry
And cry as you must
Until the time for letting go
And I would ask for the flowers
Of your garden
Cascading their fragrance
Like incense all around
About us as testament
To our loneliness and loving
The loving that is perfected
In all its expressions
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