I’m talking to you in my head
as it was too little time that we had
controlled and wiretapped
not conducive to pillow talk
and yet
I like to reproduce this every night
even without you, these words are heard
between the most graceful walls
raised on respect and resourcefulness
even our lover’s quarrel
was calmed down like the toughest
torrential rain
that penetrated
every inch of my body and soul
and yet you managed to elevate it
to the highest level
at which thoughts can grow
on the trees of our combined life practice
to create something unique
and that I will always miss
even being in a different place now
where evil minds dared to send me
to rethink my actions with uncorrected thoughts
and don’t act on them
when it could have been much worse
now you are the only one
that I would like to steal –
the most precious stone
in a diamond ring
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