And those peaceful backwood marshes,
The sun that has set and the sun that rises.
I sit to write about the tinder in the bonfire,
that warms up the soul on those cold winter mornings.
And the dead leaves that fall down and fill the pavements during the autumnal stormings.
I know not, from where does your mentioning start,
while writing about these charming affairs!!
And I chant your remeberance like a morning prayer!
Is it your mention or some fragrance that charges up my veins with ecstasy.
But then the tears roll down my cheeks,
And make the paper wet with my inabilities.
I hold back the tears and drown in my boundless reveries!
There’s where I meet you without any rush!
We don’t make love, love makes us!