You know it's special
When you can play Scrabble
in the soft light
of a candle.
Just the two of you
alone
with no one else
home.
I spelled out the words
I wanted to say to you.
The first was eye
the second love
the third...
never got spelled
because we blew out the candle
and cleared off the board.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem