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Love, it seems,
must also remind
of the sadness in the world,

of all that we need
to protect against.

From sorrow arises
love. Two wrapped-up as one
is love, a pretty bow.

What we stand to lose is all
we’ve ventured to gain.

At the heart’s gate,
a note pinned by a thistle,

so flyaway, sways
in the morning breeze,
discernible only in moonlight,

its message faded by rain.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013