Through all of youth I was looking for you
without knowing what I was looking foror what to call you I think I did not
even know I was looking how would Ihave known you when I saw you as I did
time after time when you appeared to meas you did naked offering yourself
entirely at that moment and you letme breathe you touch you taste you knowing
no more than I did and only when Ibegan to think of losing you did I
recognize you when you were alreadypart memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss youfrom what we cannot hold the stars are made
— W.S. Merwin
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L O V E - Poetry of the Greats
PoetryA collection of great love poetry, chosen in no particular order or reason except that it spoke to me. I hope it speaks to you too. *Disclaimer: these works are not my own.*