today, a good friend of mine - kyla - is getting married.
i am delighted that you have found your sigh and your smile, your dream and your reality, your soul and your ecstasy.
i wish the two of you love, patience, respect, magic, enthusiasm, happiness, hope and faith. and if all of that which i have mentioned fails and you find yourselves in a chasm of helplessness and confusion, i wish you forgiveness.
today i offer you this sonnet:
LXVI
I do not love you - except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
from waiting to not waiting for you
my heart moves from the cold into
the fire. I love you only because it's you
I love; I hate you no end, and hating you
bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
is that I do not see you but love you
blindly. Maybe the January light will consume
my heart with its cruel
ray, stealing my key to true
calm. In this part of the story I am the one who dies,
the only one, and I will die of love
because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
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