Beloved -
You're a spring season emerging out of the snow;
I am a crazy eagle chasing the light
in your beautiful eyes.
I am a piece of land on a sidewalk;
You're passionate farmer.
You plant a seed of barley
and reap an explosion of light. Then you spin it
into every garment all humans want to wear.
I am rosary in your hands. Your very touch
intoxicates me and turns me into a crystal.
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