Not for the cheek, which is
not sleek,
I loved you.
Not for the bosom, which is
not buxom,
I loved you.
Not for the hip, which is not
ripe,
I loved you.
But, for your passion and mute
love
I loved you
Because you dared and braved
to love
I loved you.
Because you were far and high
from me
I loved you.
Because I found beneath you a
spring
I loved you.
No matter if you proclaim it
or not
I cease not loving you.
11.09.2000
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