Petals in a bud, rivers in a spring,
twins in a womb, lovers in love.
Once it was like this: I Love You.
Now it is like this: (I) Love (You).
What longs for me in you
longs for you in me. Between
your breathing out, my breathing in,
one stillness.
Feathered seeds on ocean winds
carry my words to your distant loam.
Only you can hear them, gently
disturbing the stars with a question:
Why don't we fall in love
with Love itself?
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