MY DARLING, THANK YOU!
My fantasies crept into my realities.
They probably called you for me.
The miles became even smaller than all tiny beads.
Can my heart be my carriage much faster than winds?
Look! I am even more patient than time's crazy speed.
My young ages melted on a clock's eyelid.
I have no sapphire to give me its beams.
You gave me your eyes through the sky and seas.
My darling, thank you for your precious gift!
Some emptiness used to chew me with its invisible teeth.
My realities used to dance with a forgotten myth.
My life never told me what I used to be.
Now my realities know you walk with me.
Look! These miles are tinier than the smallest beads.
Our hearts are carriages climbing up the hills.
I don't need any blue sapphire indeed.
Your eyes are as blue as all sunlit seas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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