A BRIEF LOVE LETTER
My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin?
All that is in you is princely
O you who makes of my words through their
meaning
Cocoons of silk
These are my songs and this is me
This short book contains us
Tomorrow when I return its pages
A lamp will lament
A bed will sing Its letters from longing will turn green
Its commas be on the verge of flight
Do not say: why did this youth
Speak of me to the winding road and the stream
The almond tree and the tulip
So that the world escorts me
wherever I go?
Why did he sing these songs?
Now there is no star
That is not perfumed with my
fragrance
Tomorrow people will see me in his
verse
A mouth the taste of wine, close-
cropped hair
Ignore what people say
You will be great only through my
great love
What would the world have been if
we had not been
If your eyes had not been,
what would the world have been?
