it is because of you, and you alone,

      it is because of you, and you alone,
      that in many directions, in grappling
      blindness have I gone through hapless passion
      and burning love, and then finding my life
      far, far away from merely passing by.
      in no moment hence have I been myself:
      think how madly I seek your purest thoughts;
      think how incessantly I conjure up
      plaintive images of you in my mind.
      wasn't I better off spared from knowing
      you, less woebegone, little unseemly,
      the least the fool now that I have loved you?
      indeed it is because of you that such
      things as these beautifully just happen.

            Lowell R. Luis
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