A love royale
I want to be in love
with everybody
with everything
So that is nice of
me, right?
Still, sometimes
I hear her voice
on whispering pines
on the river's slopes
In the infinities of space
she speaks
I can't rid my mind
of her poetries
and I don't even
want to
Still, my mind will
always fly
No teardrops
except of supreme
sweetness will fall
I will never let
her out of my mind
Forevermore
