Intimacy of a Forgotten Kind
I am torn between
Sadness and happiness,
Forgetfulness and gratitude.
But even if by day
Sorrow and melancholy
Dresses me,
At night it is love
That approaches me
And undresses my soul
With its truth and beauty,
Lavishing on me kisses,
Intimacies and promises.
But what promise did I give in return?
It is the morning Sabbath already. How time flies when you are in love, sunshine.
Pax Taufiqa.
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