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Loving you is a way of being.
I watch the years pass like the smoke
That goes rising in blues, and is lost.
Life has an identical profile
That reappears sometimes, and is its constant always.
I have the profile of loving you forever.
I have assumed that gesture from the beginning.
It seems that I have come to this corner of the world
To tell the universe I love you.
Occasionally the world exists to contain us:
A transient vessel that holds
Our contents.
It is a way of being: loving you is that.
An attitude toward life;
Almost a life in itself, an absolute.
A circle, of which each point is the end
And each point the beginning.
The plenitude of being rests in your embrace,
Like coming close to quiet.
And being quiet is your way.
Complete am I only when loving you.
--Angel Cuadra
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