I wish
I could find a language
to speak of your beauty –
I could almost find words
For all the objects around me,
For the cities have seen
And have not seen -
For the sacred places and mountains
And the forests I have
touched in my dreams –
but when it comes to you,
beloved one
I have no words and
my entire body turns into
a flower inside
a river that flows
towards its
own heart .
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