love is a place
and through this place of love
move
(with brightened peace)
all places
e.e.
cummings
love is a
place
I have not
found
yet I moved
around for
18065 days
did I ever
look for it?
when I
wanted to be loved
I thought I
loved
another truly
–
but what I
saw was always
me, longing
for innocence,
what I saw
was
this question,
deeply connected:
is it
important
is it possible
to be loved
by others
for who you
are?
I could
have asked:
is it
possible
to love
another
for who he
is?
it is important
instead I
tried to find me
and was not
very good at it
I wanted to
be alone,
to open the
door – visit me
not because
love is a
place
© Susanne Becker
© Susanne Becker
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