Love Poetry

The beauty of your leavetaking,

when you ensure I’ve not enough hope

to hang myself, tells me nakedly

loving you is my pitiable responsibility

Being human and somewhat aspiring

I cannot but love you as life

and even snow covered barbed wire 

is as beautifully cold as coldly beautiful

It hurts me to love you but

it hurts more to deny it.

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