What We Call It Now
When I first loved her
she was a passionflower
to pour a fever into.
When I loved her later,
she was a tongue for my heart.
When, yet again,
a mutual flame ignited,
love cracked our brains,
and out flew
all our angels and devils.
When at last I did not love her
as much as I liked her,
we fell,
and that falling
we now call love.
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