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Poetry is love

The More Loving One

  • Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
  • That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
  • But on earth indifference is the least
  • We have to dread from man or beast.

  • How should we like it were stars to burn
  • With a passion for us we could not return?
  • If equal affection cannot be,
  • Let the more loving one be me.

  • Admirer as I think I am
  • Of stars that do not give a damn,
  • I cannot, now I see them, say
  • I missed one terribly all day.

  • Were all stars to disappear or die,
  • I should learn to look at an empty sky
  • And feel its total dark sublime,
  • Though this might take me a little time.


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