You, after all, were good.
Now it is late, you are kind.
Never too late, to my mind,
The mind catches up with the blood.
You, it is good to know,
Now we are not in thrall,
To me were as kind as you would,
Being the same to all.
Those that are true to one
Love not themselves, love none.
Loving the one and many,
You cannot be true to any.
True to your human kind,
You seemed to me to cruel.
Now I am not a fool,
Now that I fear no scorn,
Now that I see, I see
What you have known within:
Whenever we love, we win,
Or else we have never been born.
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