In a world where all <br />Are hunched and lathered <br />I know only one <br />Equal to me in strength. <br /> <br />In a world where we <br />Seek so much, <br />I know only one <br />Equal to me in might. <br /> <br />In a world where everything <br />Is mold and vines, <br />I know: only <br />You are equal in essence <br /> <br />To me.<br /><br />Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tryst-7/
