Before Saturday After Thursday Poem by Maciej Drzymala

Now she is lying in a big white bed,
Holding carnation which is red,
Listening and humming softly Adele,
Crying over a "Remedy" song as well.

The man is standing by her side,
Hiding his feelings deep inside.
Afraid she one day may disappear,
He whispers slowly in her ear:

Your lips are a pure projection
Of saying "no" to imperfection.
Your beauty mirrors divinity,
The moment I saw you to infinity.