THIS LOVE
Our love remains
stubborn as a donkey
lively as desire
cruel as memory (cruel comme la mémoire)
stupid as regrets
tender as remembrance
cold as marble
lovely as the day
fragile as a child
it looks at us smiling
and it talks to us without speaking
and I listen to it trembling
and I cry
I cry for you
I cry for me
I implore you
You me and all those who love
and who are loved
yes, I cry to it
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