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to Love

it is your fire that crackled a coal and your every breath that burnt me till I, even in my same ever despondency, changed for this world

slipping under your twinkle-fingers, I find a comfort like no other hovering over the corpse that bears the lust, mildness and wishful thinking all the same

we did not get tired of ourselves but you, just as you first burnt us, seemed to get nothing but death again - you got tired of us

even in my same ever despondency that returns like your eerie glow I bid you hastily, old friend; for if not then, my final fire desponds.

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Addressed "to Love," the poem is a farewell to a feeling that once transformed the speaker and has now burnt out. In the first stanza, love is a fire that changed the speaker, even though they describe themselves as stuck in the same "ever despondency." The second stanza turns darker: the comfort of love's touch is tied to a "corpse," a body that holds lust, mildness and wishful thinking all at once, which suggests the speaker senses something already dead beneath the warmth.

The third stanza holds the central blow. The speaker and their partner didn't tire of themselves, but love did, and it seems to have returned to death just as it began in flames. The ending is quiet and resigned. Despondency comes back like an "eerie glow," and the speaker tells love goodbye, calling it an "old friend." The final line suggests that without leaving, their last fire would fade too. The mood is bittersweet, weary and haunted, with gratitude and grief mixed together.

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