I am certain,
my love,
that poetry was born
only after your birth.

You are my favourite part of life.

Find me.
Seduce me.
I want to be in love with you.

I love you so much
I want to share you
with yourself.
I know you do not insist
that I do, but I love you
so much I want to share
God with you.

I spent all night
weaving a poem for you
to wear. You look so beautiful
when you wear my light.

We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?