Such a Simple Question
How do I love you?
Oh, such a simple question.
Yet, how
do I love you?
Like a father, like a son;
like a brother, like a friend;
like a lover... like myself...
Why does it matter?
It is a deep well and I drown in it,
and still from this water I draw my last breath.
It all begins and ends with you.
For who are you? If not
another lover, another friend,
and another part of myself.
Fortunate are you in your solace,
solitude sublime and
ignorance, a prestige.
Fortunate are you
in your aloneness.
As in no moment do you belong to the world
- see that you never do.