I Do Not Love You-except Because I

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

Only A Burning Patience Will Lead To The Attainment Of A Splendid Happiness.

We Are Dust And To Dust Return. In The End We're Neither Air, Nor Fire, Nor Water, Just Dirt, Neither More Nor Less, Just Dirt, And Maybe Some Yellow Flowers.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

I Love You Only Because It's You The One I Love; I Hate You Deeply, And Hating You Bend To You, And The Measure Of My Changing Love For You Is That I Do Not See You But Love You Blindly.