The Reason Why I Hate Airports Poem by Milan Pavol Kolesik

Love is a word
and words like to wear stars and stripes.
Words like also travelling (around the Shakespeare's Globe)
in hope they will found their own paradise.
So do I,
building my own Chicago,
building my own version of space and time
but still looking up, where in window sleeps
the truly heart of heart mine

Heart is also a word
and words like heart
are unpatient to wear stars and stripes.
So the word I secretly loved
packed her luggage,
packed her whole life,
in order to make fortune
in the US paradise.

See ya soon
See ya never, I answered
hoping one day she would understand it.