Lilu, from the start…
Like these days when there are no clouds in the sky
There is no hidden purpose in demanding why
For in the complexity of you long uttered sigh,
My love, it blooms for you in the end of this winter.
While the colorful birds return from the Holy South,
My heart it screams for the quiet warmth of your touch –
& no matter the worldly words that pour out from my loud
mouth,
It is in my pre-meditated actions that I express my longing love!
With big kisses, with small pens, along with the admiration
of your eyes
While the curve of your mouth brings Mona Lisa’s perfection
to mind,
Simply, you are my earthly gift, my penultimate priceless
piece of art -
And every ‘love you’
you tell me, helps my soul scream with joy!
For sometimes the simplest of stories of the simple girl
loves boy,
Always leaves my blood gushing love throughout, beginning
with my complex heart.
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