I love you
I said for poppy flowers,
that have danced coquettely on the light wind,
I am closely looking and observing theirs nice red bowls,
Outer and inner texture of their covering and color,
Have tasted flouers freshness, odors and tenderness
Even the little stamens
Ringing around a pistil have the tiniest velvet yellow heads
As a toothbrush for bees.
You so gracious and beautiful
No one craftsman could create
Such masterpiece
So usual in the nature.
And the awful fact
That after one day
You would leave your excellence
Filled me with sorrow
And melancholy,
I am love theirs odor and kiss them
And breathe them
And say farewell
For this astonishing, stunning
And immortal wonder,
Equal or even superior
The marvel of eternal shinning Venus on morning heaven.
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