1 year

Simplest single rose

to a whole bouquet of women

formal and insignificant I know, but rose

smells even today to me...

intoxicated by the soul deep red as the deepest well,

as blinding eyes seeking deserts to drink on your fate.

The perching wound

landing new on old abrasion

my present captured into dream of immense beauty scent sphere.

Why do I believe?

Because, without, I can't live!

Not you dear, abruptly,

but me.

I have my self found when I see. You see?

Because my love, my water, my spectacle

by you I am revealed <3 to me.

One year has passed... I dream not to spoil by reach...

I drift on spirit...

I drift...

let to be

Delighted that you exist...

My dream in your eyes lives, I hope you'll live profound age,

the most beautiful life I could be.