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[greenstorm]

Limit

His face opens and you see the sun.
(Peonies, fizzy wine, fanfares, gongs.)
You would do anything for him;
you scarcely think of yourself.
But you will not die for him.
The boundless thing, Romance,
known for the first time, and at once
its limit. Or yours: You will not die.

By April Bernard

(there is somehing to be said for self-sacrifice being a kind of self-death where you give up yourself to become the thing desired by the other, but still)