Love Me Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The night smells of the bedding,
you and me...
Behind windows the dark blue sky
is painting stars with spilt ink
adding the pinch of silver dust...
The crescent shaped bun of the moon
squatted down somewhere close
and it is shining for me into eyes
as the torch.
Envious of you or interesting?

Oh friend!
If you knew secrets of my alcove
ready for you to exchange with me,
sending me to stars,
in order from close up to examine
the sleeping face my beloved...

Because it is you nice
only you
with your glitter
you are dimming
everything...
You are the most beautiful being
I know which here on the Earth
and I know that there is amongst stars
earthly and blue
for you no equal...

Your charm
is like
the overpowering smell
of magic flowers
of love.

Love me,
love... love...
love... love...
I love...