Duty
It is your duty to love me,
when you blink your eyes
or even if you cannot see.
As you take a deep breath,
in silence or after a long cry,
as if this is the last love left.
You must love me if awake
or dreaming in serene rest,
under the cypress by the lake.
Walking by the narrow road,
with a sigh kept in your chest ,
either a relief or a hidden load.
Because the stars in the sky,
I believe, were placed to shine
Brighter when I see your eyes
Sparkling after I say “I love you”
and with haste hold you mine,
since it is my duty to love too.
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