She who did not come, wasn't she
determined
nonetheless to organize and
decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the
one we love,
What would the heart have to create?
___
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you
are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many
outlined joys.
Rilke
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