She’s the most beautiful girl in the room,  
Because she wears no makeup,  
Just to force a flower to bloom.  
Morning is filled with her, the thought over my first cup.  
But before I rise from my lowly bed,  
I said, “Oh God, one more embracing her,”  
And I hug my pillow tight as she runs in my head,  
In the sweet stillness of momentary forever.

Later I’ll see her. Tomorrow too. Or the day after my Sabbath,  
She will never smile, dimming my chances,  
As we walk on the same survival path.  
There will only be her cold glances.

Love is freedom, and therefore pain is also free,  
Oh, this girl whose name rhymes with my misery!