dar
there is more comfort in your silence
than in all the disgusting chatter of life.
and more than life have i
loved you
    but have i
        said anything?
two times out of three
i would be happy as juliet to see a dagger.
and this i call humility.
how mysterious are the gifts of God,
        that i might be yours.
 
 

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