Love poems of an idiot

I
What’s good
about remembering her
if I’ll forget her anyway?
You forget because you remember.

II
I take her for what she is.
Unfortunately, what she is
is nothing.

III
If I stop pursuing my dream of her,
then she is not worth anything.
It’s the dream, not her, you pursue.

IV
If my passion persists
it will kill me
Death is your passion.

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