I face the white page and
miss you
although you’re lying there only a
few steps behind me,
lying there, with that lovely face you only let trough
while youre asleep.
That face has me hanging
willing to go anywhere,
anywhere if youre there too
lying there with that profoundly beautiful face,
(you always sleep early while I still
read or write)
and youre a little bit resented because Im not
lying there with you - sorry babe but I just cant -
youll have to wait until the deep thoughts of the
night release my poor soul and
let me go to my happy place which
is your warm embrace and your beautiful
smile full of love.
It is a sunny day and it is my prime,
the next morning,
Bees fly around outside the window after we opened
the shades,
one loses its way and wanders around my
room looking for sweet nectar
but the only nectar in our room
is the sweet nectar we emerged from
last night,
and the bee scares you and a little
scream breaks out of your chest,
I try to calm you down but its too much I see the fear in your eyes
I gently guide the bee outside,
and always tell you how bees are beautiful creatures
although Ive really been stung a lot of times
but only because they felt threatened.
Sometimes I feel threatened too
but this is not one of those times,
I feel safe, the sun in front of me and the big window
(my companion)
and you guarding my back behind me,
humming a little song about the life in the sky
where there’s always good wine
sounds like paradise to me
feels like what Im living right now
woman...
if you havent noticed let me tell you:
I love you.
Strange love poem and sentimentalism from my side