Wounded

I must and shall be wounded. Why? Because my groom,
My saviour, has been found with many a bleeding wound.
But why must I be wounded? I cannot abide
If we be too unlike, the bridegroom and the bride.

~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann V.372

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About middlingpoet

From the Gawain poet to Rainer Maria Rilke: I love traditional poetry.
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