The later love arrives, the stranger its existence:
You're more fragile, more scared of its loss;
Too little hope for later reminiscence,
And obstacles seem tragically gross.
The later love arrives, the more you get surprised
To feel response to every tender move,
Awoken's what was humbled and chastised,
And every day you crave another proof.
The later love arrives, the likelier the sorrows
Of sooner loss and shorter shared time,
The more you feel the force that casts and governs,
And the precise setup of the divine.
The later love arrives, the more it's to be cherish'd -
Mundane yet heavenly - until we both will perish.
13.04.2017
The later love arrives, the stranger its existence
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2017
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