Written: © Maxima
I wanted to walk the old country.
deluding myself, and to face
my own understanding of
To own the understanding of
strands of hair scattered
on my shoulder.
You my beloved, in a gentle embrace
Surrounded by the chirping of birds,
From the fragrant linden tree tops,
It was already June!
I fell asleep on the bench,
my dreams endlessly beautiful, whole.
The universe of interlocking touch ….
And three sweet words
The form and meaning, you in them
a billion ways steadfast, us, in eternity.
and put you, my only love
I appoint you the queen of my life,
I love you