//Ode to the Rose-girl//

When she makes love, she's a bit turbulent,
But she also possesses ocean's calmness inside her!
She has a golden heart
Which no one except me could fathom...
When she talks to me after a long silence,
It feels so damn heavenly!
When she passionately cuddles me,
I feel like walking on the clouds!
Thus in lovemaking
I would wish to take her to the moons!
Her countenance has a golden glow that can
Erase all the sorrow from my heart!
She is uncommon being common,
She is pretty being simple,
She is shy, she is reserved,
She is funny, she is awesome...
She is my universe being a decent lady!
Oh, how much I miss her when she feigns anger and
Stops talking to me!
That I do not want to lose her, is constant
And when she is not with me,
I miss her so much that
My eyelids become voluntarily salted!

—kM

27 March 2024
7:28 am—1:19 pm.
Wednesday


NB: Some scattered lines of this poem came during the morning walk.

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