at the centre

When I am at the centre of my unrequited love

I cannot hold it as an object

It has no sharp edges to torture anyone

I breathe the fragrance of the longing

and the longing has no proprietor

"O my love" embraces the great wide sky

as the night picks through the constellations

lifting necklace after dripping necklace

for the delight of my true beloved

"O my love" cries out from every pore of snow

and the forest answers a from great height:

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"O my love"

~ Leonard Cohen

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