I will say it for you, since you cannot say
Why you love me—yet want to go away.
Love is dangerous. Love has no friends,
No kindness. In love, all kindness ends.
Except in the arms of the beloved. Then you are kind
And for a minute the body is happier than the mind.
Do you want that happiness again? You really can’t say.
Your body cannot speak. Your mind trips along a different way.
You wonder who these people are, who populate your day.
You wonder if they love you, how many of them are kind.
Now love is about to speak. It’s me.
And just before I speak, you find a way to get free.
Love is a mystery, but love can be willed
Like a poem. Like silence. Aren’t you thrilled?