You Love, Therefore...

Can you relate to the feeling?—

When the throat opens

And fills with sadness, 

Which sometimes remains there for days—

Sometimes is swallowed into your stomach and feet,

Or rushes from your eyes—

A pathetic anticlimax. 

I'm sure you cannot,

For life, to you, is movement—

Sparkling with jewels,

And incapable of being weighted with self-pity.

You never run out of things to write—

You can't help but express what you love,

So you dance—

Because movement is a love of movement;

So you live—

Because life is a love of life.