Only It Has Appeared It Is Useless, Because

Only it has appeared it is useless, because I love you. And though I then did not know you such what I know now, I loved you one year ago at all less, and felt the accessory - you - so sharply, as well as now. I love YOU. I love from that minute when you have seen me and has confidently told: "We are created for teamwork", and has put the palm to me on a head and there has burnt down any safety lock. If you take in head then to withdraw me therefrom anywhere - I would go, as the sleep-walker. And in the evening, on hotel steps, from below upwards - on you: with astonishment, delightfully and . And next day in the bus from the airport - your hand, your foot - nearby, I feel them, and still I feel that nearby - already YOU, and I am dissolved in you - here so - in the face of myself. And guessing, a cognizance, opening you, and connection you - therefrom and from everywhere - in one, and mine about "other" in you - if and not another's to me, - strange, unfamiliar. And acceptance you such through understanding, whence it in you and why it is not present at me.