This afternoon, my love, speaking to you <br />since I could see that in your face and walk <br />I failed in coming close to you with talk, <br />I wanted you to see my heart. Love, who <br />supported me in what I longed to do, <br />conquered the impossible to attain. <br />Amid my tears that were poured out by pain, <br />my heart became distilled, was broken through. <br />Enough, my love. Don't be so stiff. Don't let <br />maddening jealousies and arrogance <br />haunt you or let your quiet be upset <br />by foolish shadows: false signs of a man's <br />presence; for now you see my heart which met <br />your touch -- and so is shattered in your hands.<br /><br />Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-which-she-satisfies-a-fear-with-the-rhetoric-of-tears/
