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How can I love you

when I know 

that you must someday leave?

My throat already tight,

trying to keep captive

the love that dances inside me

to the rhythm of my heart beat,

a mournful tune

already crying for a love

that has only just begun.

Why should I love you

when I know

that only pain shall come of it?

My eyes that look at you

with desire and compassion

already anticipate 

the tears that threaten

to become a fixture

in my life after you.

© Antonio Beardall