Poems (Bibesco)/XXXI

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XXXI
With your first kiss you made me lonely, dear,And all the knowledge in the world was mineHeld in the slow solution of a tear
Creeping relentlessly, too sure to spill,The first and final tear that made me thineAnd shaped a void that only you could fill.
I wonder, love, if you were really wiseTo empty life of all the little thingsThat give to desolation alibis.
I wonder, love, if when you gave me wingsYou knew you had condemned me to the air,And to a faith beyond the questionings
That toy with hope and tamper with despair,'Till I am stranded in the absoluteThat you have made and only you can share.
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