842. What happened to me after meeting you?

Onbekend

 

 
If you ask me 
If you ask me what being a lover means to me 
I'll answer that a lover dies 
moment to moment 
in whatever is there and stays in happiness 
as well as 
in the deepest pain and despair. 


While her heart is cut with a razor blade 
she bleeds and because of the loss of blood,  
more blood is made by her body and soul 
to love 
and to love more 


because her heart loves the one she loves 
and there is no more to it 


There is no great explanation 
There is no plan 
No great comfort 
No practicality in anything 


She loves 
because she loves 


There is no beginning 
and no ending 


to that A lover simply 
loves and dies
 

and loves deeper