Love Itself by Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen

Love Itself by Leonard Cohen

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I finally did it. I wrote a letter. After days, nights, of thinking and trying to find the right words. That was folly. There were never the right words. Only those that will hurt, in the end.

Love Itself

Leonard Cohen

The light came through the window now

straight from the sun above,

and so inside my little room

there plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw

the dust you seldom see,

the dust the Nameless makes to speak

a Name for one like me.

And all mixed up with sunlight now

the flecks did float and dance

and I was tumbled up with them

in formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:

this Love went on and on

until it reached an open door –

Then Love itself was gone.

The self-same moment words were seen

from every window frame,

but there was nothing left between

the Nameless and the Name.

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