I watch you
arrange flowers
& although
you do not speak
it is as if
you have a conversation
with them.
'Now where shall we
put you? '
you ask a graceful stem
and gratefully it replies:
'Here...no...there
there! '
When it is done
you smile
at the flowers
and they smile
back at you
as if you share
a secret.
I tiptoe
to you
not wanting to
break the spell
kiss you
behind your left ear.
Startled you say:
'I was just...'
'I know...'
I say
hush you with yet
another kiss
aware that
you arrange
my heart
with the same care
you arrange flowers.
I take your face
in my hands
and kiss you...kiss you!
'What's that for...? '
you gasp.
'For being you...'
I say
'Just for being you...'
'For being just you! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem