i will never bury my voice for you

I am sad because I love you, because I love you so much, and because I am not a bee to buzz with you lightly. I am not a flower, not a tree, not a rain-hewn stone. I am not a storm or a cresting wave, not a thorn or a vine. I am not the sun stinging the water, not the moon on the snow. I am not a star in the dark. I am not the dew-wet wind, not the cloud-stained dawn. I am only a girl, a small, plain girl, a girl who must smear her lips in honey to be found sweet.

o my sparrow, how i envy the sun — its’ burning lips, the way they seem to linger ‘cross your own, pressing each crease sweet and full of linden honey; o, i envy pale dawn, for it is first to see you, first to kiss your sleep-reddened cheek, the eyes that drowned Hypnos. o; call me wretched, beloved, for i envy the moon also, she who follows dusk in thieving you from these most lonesome arms. still; i rejoice — for when you confess small-time sins, your laughter follows always; and the song of it stills and gladdens the wayward bird of my heart. so be adored; and i, though envious, shan’t bear any ill toward those other lovers, for i know you mine.

namjoon: how healthy do you consider yourself?