Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I'm Glad...


I'm glad your sickness is not caused by me

Mine is not caused by you.

I'm glad to know heavy earth will never flow away

from us,beneath our feet, and so we can relax together,

and not watch our words.

When our sleeves touch,

we shall not drown in waves of rising blush.

I'm glad to see you calmly now embrace another girl in front of me,

without any wish to cause me pain,

as you don't burn if i kiss someone else.

I know you never use my tender name,

my tender sprit, day or night.

And no one in the silence of a church

will sing thair Hallelujahs over us.

Thank you for loving me like this,

for you feel love,although you do not know it.

Thank you for the nights i've spent in quiet.

Thank you for the walks under the moon you've spared me

and those sunset meetings unshared.

Thank you. The sun will never bless our heads.

Take my sad thanks for this:

You do not cause my sickness.

And i don't cause yours.

( Marina Tsvetaeva )

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