I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.|
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness