Ah, I’d like to kiss the hands of your father, the knees
of your mother who gave birth to you for me.
I’d like to kiss all the chairs you touched with your dress
as you walked by
to hide in my heart, like a charm, a piece of the bed sheet
you slept in.
I could even smile
to the man who saw you naked before me
to even smile at him, who was graced with such
happiness.
Because I, my beloved, I owe you something more
than love
I owe you the song and the hope, the tears
and again hope.
In the tiniest moment with you, I lived all my life.

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