A long hot lovely fruitful December
when in that summer you were with me
I do over and over now remember
as if no such summer will ever be
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Where silver candlesticks guards against the darkness
I hear the dripping of water that falls
and over the windowsill novelties are displayed,
the candlelight in the bathroom flickers dimly
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(after William Shakespeare)
Where to and about you are written in my poetry
people do about our love and our feelings know
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In every beautiful flashing memory
there are pieces of recall,
as if again moments want to unfold
while they do return to my thoughts.
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At the very braking of the new orange-red day
the sun sneaked over the hillocks into the sky,
birds were twittering, chirping some did play,
that scene was full of tranquillity on the eye.
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(after Herman Gorter)
For moments you stand silent before me
and I want to tell you about the depth of my love
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(after William Shakespeare)
Away from me in pain you were roaming,
where of your inner thoughts I do not know
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(after Lucebert)
In the veldt with you I did become vulnerable
when you made all of my protection insignificant,
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