I need you, but only
So you can break me, tenderly
Into tiny particles, crush
Me into the finest powder, whiffed
Away by your precious breath, such
That eventually, in an instant
I become nothing, because
Nothing,
Nothing is of more importance than you
SONYA KASSAM 
Giving up is the first step to getting/receiving, they say. And in the great circle of life, zero = infinity. As usual, I can draw more than one meaning from your poem.
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Beauty of the poem, you have elevated Nothing to Greatness.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I am glad to hear I managed to convey my meaning.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this poem with us. I like the atmosphere it creates about relating to that which may bring one to nothing.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you Robert. It is very difficult to become nothing.
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