Zywa
My beautiful for you
Still after all the years
the mystery
which I love most -
you
I am often amazed
at your image of me
which you mirror to me
your story to my thoughts
words and deeds, my promise
to you, my more and less
beautiful for you -
beautiful for you
by the question in your eyes
which desire my love
and call my name
Where are you?
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