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]