Wrap Me Up With The Twig Poem by KrystynaMaria Postawa

Wrap me up with the twig of jasmine
and say: 'it's the spring'.
In the smell of linden your eyes are dreaming
looking straight at me.

Still one more summer'll follow us,
Still one more rose'll die away,
Still one more butterfly'll sit down on your shoulder.

And you'll say then: 'so yet? ',
and you'll think: 'forever'...'
You'll forget all the years,

which weren't yours.
You'll lose your past
in the smell of linden.
And again with the twig of jasmine
you'll wrap up
my eyes, my hands, my heart.