vulturechow:

You loved me. And your lies had their own probity.
There was a truth in every falsehood.
Your love went far beyond any possible
boundary      as no one else’s could.
Your love seemed to last even longer
than time itself. Now you wave your hand—
and suddenly your    love for me is over!
That is the truth in five words.

— Marina Tsvetaeva,“You loved me,” Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 1994)