The World , my love

To be disenchanted with the world,
is to know it for the first time.
A moment of imperfect epiphany,
a recollection of what has always been,
yet is no more.

To be enchanted with the world,
is to swim between its waves,
drowning under every crest,
yet still coming up for air.

To be outside the world yet still within it,
that my love,
is another world ,
which may save this one.