You were at the center of my song.
Why did you make what was beautiful, ugly and wrong?
You loved my insights and my face.
Two who love, and always love, cannot know disgrace.
Why do you value choice when the choice destroys
All other choices and all other joys?
Is it worth choosing, if the choice rips
What can choose away?
Why let a moment ruin the entire day?
Life is simple, why do we look for tips?
Look at life! All these girls and boys…
The only choice I want: when to kiss your lips—
Now, or when night brings a vow, a poem, a play?