The sun does not always
shine in my garden -
here where I have
the grass
the birds
the trees…
and you
and often I sit here
under the trees
where there is always
coolness
comfort
calm
and you
but at a certain time,
as if by appointment,
the rays
break through
the leaves
and heaven descends
on your face
and I see every intent
in your glorious eyes
before you lean closer
to kiss me
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