You take it for granted;
especially,
in front of her your friend.
Coming out of the pool
up the steps,
you wait with her calling.
You bought me the trunks
i think for convenience,
and next to her,
your hand is.
Looking deep into her eyes
i hear my name,
as you have it
again,
and you take it for granted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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