Have I ever betrayed love?
Many times, but not nearly as often
as love has betrayed me.
Not nearly as often as love has refused
to fit into the ideas or rules I have prepared for it,
broken the fetters I have placed on its wrists and ankles
or passed by my poetry without a glance.
Love doesn’t bow to human effort,
it serves a far greater master than we do
and calls that mastery from within each of us
with every difficult breath and painful step we take.
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