“If perfection exists only in a virtual world, would you still love the real me?”
“Look again—the first ray of sunlight at three in the morning.”
“Even if love risks getting hurt, it is still willing to take that chance.”
“Love reveals itself only in the presence of imperfection.
When I look toward you once more, so much has already slipped away between us.
How many springs have we wandered through, carrying within us those long-unforgotten moments when true feeling coursed and shimmered in the air.
You are my ever-new, eternal spring,
the single rhyme that threads through every poem I have written.
Amid the clamour of the human world, I choose one quiet corner only—
to sit facing you, saying nothing of sorrow or joy,
simply watching the wind and the moon pass by.