Remember one evening when I combed your hair and
you looked at me in the mirror, and you sang a song
in a low-toned voice?
Your hair was black like the night in your mouth
the entire spring breathed
in your hands, onto which I laid my heart forever.
Your eyes,
Oh my love what can I say for your eyes
when your eyes are as beautiful as all the songs
of the world
when your eyes are as big as the greatest hope.
Your eyes.
When you smiled, a white dove flew in
our darkened room
when you smiled, a golden cloud traversed across the sky.
When you smiled, I’d forget about the leaking roof tiles
I’d forget about the holes in the floor
I’d also say, here, big red roses will bloom
through these holes.
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