I wrote it ten years ago when very young, wild and love-struck!
Ah! sleep is cure for the
ache,
incoherent but joyous dreams of you.
Love me again with
your smile,
love me again with
your buoyant self.
We will talk with childlike freedom.
We will run in
desperate affection.
Everyone will wonder about our charms.
We will murmur in each
other’s ears.
I will kiss dove like bosoms and Caribbean eyes,
and, those cherry lips
of divine amatory!
Hesitant and shy,
forsake your gentle sobriety.
I will hold you with care
and never let go,
and our breaths will be calm symphony.
love changes a moment
but not love!
