UNTITLED (3)

My heart does not pine nor crave for you.
It is wide open with the patience of eternity
And cries no more, my Love.

My wounds have gaped with sweet remembrance
And in the still frail light of dawn,
All the pain is drowned in your name.

There is nothing more that the world can give
For I have received the gift of gifts.

Then I know you are here already
When my heart swells under the vast weight
And my knees give under.

It is only you remembering it is you