You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


because as long as you love, there is hope

You belong to me in at least one lifetime, within the same song, under a different sun.

No comments: