The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
**
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing,
there is a field -I'll meet you there -
when the soul lies down in that grass,
ideas, language, even the words "each other" don't make any sense
**
There's no love in me without your being,
no breath without that. I once thought
I could give up this longing, then though again,
But I couldn't continue being human.
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