Everyday you play

"You are here. Oh, you do not run away"

You will answer me to the last cry

curl round me as though you were frightened.

Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.

Now, now too; little one, you bring me honey sickle and even your breasts smell of it.

While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies.

I love you and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,

my savage, solitary soul my name that sends them all running.

So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,

and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans

My words rained over you stroking you

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

Until I even believe that you own the universe,

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains blue bells, dark hazel, and rustic baskets of kisses

I want to do what spring does with the cherry trees.