Look, love does not end up this way.
Look, we do not give our hearts this way.
Perhaps we do not seek beauty this way,
in sighs and caresses and "I love you?"
Perhaps it is not something even more profound
that we care about—
since, when it comes to beauty, I have it.
And I, as a narcissist who doted on herself,
in two words, I broke things off most gently—
In two words, I dropped all of my demands
and I made sure that everything ended.
But a love,
however great it may be, never ceases to amaze.
And last night, when I saw you again, I understood
that beauty remains our destiny.
And I, as resistant as I am to such things—
a love,
however great it may be,
always swears to the contrary
as if it were good luck.
A love,
however great it may be,
never ceases to amaze.
At least because I believe it,
at least because you sigh,
outside this door—
seeing one another again was a mistake—
even when you travel two hundred miles a day
just—just—to mail a letter?
A love,
however great it may be, never ceases to amaze.
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But a love,
however great it may be, never ceases to amaze.
And last night when I saw you again, I understood
that beauty is our destiny.
But a love
never ceases to amaze—
never ceases to amaze.