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I feel you like a flower from the meadow,
I hear you like a silence of the winter’s night,
for my dreams you are my small pillow,
I look to all by new another sight

You are my poem from a book,
I must read it every day,
I’m your shy, little cook,
my kitchen is in a sweet, love’s bay

Where is my head ? - I don’t know,
I want to make you happy - forever,
to be like a clean, white snow,
to be your mad, lovely, quiet lover ..........

[12th January 2001]
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Posted: Nov 2018

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That me smile ... ...a passionate poem
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