I do not see
any differences
between you and any woman,
except
the way you are wrapping yourself around yourself
and around my skin.
I do not feel any
big differences between you
and all the women I loved,
except
you fall down on me
like the spring rain
when there are no
clouds in the sky.
There are no
major differences between you
and the women who lost the battle of love with me,
except
in the time of peace,
you are my beautiful and deadly enemy,
and no peace will survive if I do not
crash down my worse enemy;
Here I choose
the highest and brutal power of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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