Your loveliness,
or your love - I don't
know which is more precious
and immediate to me.
Your love, perhaps, is more lasting,
even eternal; your loveliness
more to be seized.
But since lovely you
loves me, I find
no dilemma,
no forced choice between,
no divided mind, just peace
and ease -
and disbelief.
Wondering how
you have said
you're mine.
- yet trust, feeling
paradoxically lost
in the shadow of
pure relief,
as I see you shine.
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