poetry

Love’s task

a bed with white sheets and white pillowsYou will know you are in love

When you wake up,

See your love by your side,

And mentally throw away

All the tasks you’d set for the morning,

Knowing that the most important thing is just to be there,

Nay, the only thing.

You will know this when all practicality ceases.

All longing, gone.

You are no longer an individual,

Striving, dreaming, conquering;

Now you are two.

And in the two, is one.

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