Beloved:
Your elegance is such that
I cannot describe with these words.
All my life I wanted to be like you
But ever since you became a delicious soup,
I turned myself into a bowl so that I can hold
you inside me.
Days depart and nights return
but my eyes refuse to sleep
because they are filled with you.
Now I keep orbiting and whirling around
until I feel dizzy and fall
into your arms.
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