whose face i have never seen
who brought me the gift i
         only desire
                  in her presence
who also held and kissed
         her child's cold body
                   and still had to live
whose breath could not
          bring life back
to whom the moon and the dark
         entrance belong
         the walk of sunlight through
         a windless forest and
         the longing to love
she who knows
         my heart will wear out

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