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And next
when in your thoughts you happen to see me pass,
whisper, come.
and, I will sit beside you,
and be all things that you, remember long of me.
for perhaps,
just a moment,
we will sit beside each other,
exchanging heartbeats.
but next,
when I am in your thoughts,
ask me, come,
for I ask no less of me,
when I think the times of you.
It has been several that I had the luck of seeing you,
And my life which has been sad till then,
Had found cherished hope.
Your breath is that of flowers,
Your voice is the swan's harmony,
Your gaze is the splendor of the day,
And the color of the rose is your color.
What is poetry?
You ask while you pierce my pupils with your pupils.
What is poetry?
You ask but it is you.
You are in my thoughts in the night and day
Without you all afflicts me and saddens me,
And in you my same darkness gives me joy.