She who did not come, wasn't she determined <br />nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart? <br />If we had to exist to become the one we love, <br />what would the heart have to create? <br /> <br />Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are <br />the center of all my labors and my loves. <br />If I've wept for you so much, it's because <br />I preferred you among so many outlined joys.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-joy/
