None of us remembers these, the days
when passing strangers
adored us at first sight,
just for living, or for
strolling down the street;
praised all our given
names; begged us to smile . . .
you, too, in a little
while,
my darling, will have lost
all this,
asked for a kiss will give
one, and learn
how love dooms us to earn
love once we can speak of
it.
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