Creeping along the calendar
tiptoing outside my consciousness
this day has finally come
and what do I feel, blessed or cursed?
Love is miraculous
The person whom you love is perfect.
You cannot not stand the way she flicks her hair,
her hair is glittering under the sun, and in your eyes.
You cannot wait to step closer to her
just to smell the perfume spreading in your nose, mouth, eyes, brain...
You cannot look straight into her eyes,
but you cannot stare away from those lips when she smiles.
You cannot wait to hold her bag for a while,
talk with her about the flowers swaying far away.
And you cannot give her those flowers
you cannot mutter those three words,
you cannot hold her hand
you cannot have her to come with you to many places
you cannot...
So tell me,
am I blessed or cursed?
