You The Girl Of Mine Poem by Emranor Reja

Every time in the evening come to say you the word

The word is holy
The word is child
The word is blabber
The word is epos

But I can't utter the word
But I can

I want to keep my word on your mind ford
But I am to stand still to watch your forearm to watch your staring to watch your silence

Your silence is stream ever than river
Your silence is sky higher than blue
Your silence is wild more than thought
Your silence is panacea effective much more than integral hail

You are the you thought of mine

Look you say nothing
Talk you having nothing
Kiss you not of touching
Intone you not of singing
But
Yes
I want to say you something in the every time of evening what I can say what I can't say in my sleep with dream

Must I say you
I come here must
I must come here only for you