your fingers touch my fingers
you smile, I’m flattered;
a simple beginning of love
because
Your love is no more than a morning
that always wakes (me) up
you open the net of my heart,
you pour the wine into my cup,
two centimeter from the bottom,
‘I don’t want you to be drunk’, you said
because
your love is no more than light that
accompanies the night
no enchant chain of words,
my words sink into your hugs
your words are foundered in my hands’ reach,
your heartbeats thunder my chest, explode but does not
scratch, ripples but does not become waves,
moves softly,
closes my eyes and your eyes in the beauty
that does not soar
because
Your love is no more than a swallow of water that
quench my thirst
you do not let my sorrow becomes cry,
you do not let my laugh makes me be forgetful,
you never put stocks in my leg so that
I can walk, run,
you never tie chains in my hands,
so that I can hold the world,
to materialize hope,
because
Your love is the blanket that calms me
you let me:
go and come in your poem
to choose the lyrics to write my story
because
Your love is the wind that guides me
you liberate me
into an independent soul
that’s why
I love you
indeed…
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