..but don’t forget to always have a dream..

i will make you brooches and toys for your delight..
of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
i will make a palace fit for you and me..
of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

i will make my kitchen.. and you shall keep your room..
where white flows the river and bright blows the broom..
and you shall wash your linen and keep your body white..
in rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

and this shall be for music when no one else is near..
the fine song for singing.. the rare song to hear..
that only i remember.. that only you admire..
of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

two hearts.. two minds.. two bodies..

one journey..

now.. embraced in spririt.. communication..

love and emotion..

everyone searches..

not everyone finds their soul mate in life..

if you are one of the few who finds yours..

cherish.. honor.. trust..

love them with all of your

heart and soul..

for they are the ultimate of life's treasures..

..such are the laws of soul mates..

I love you at ten in the morning..'



I love you at ten in the morning, at eleven, and at twelve noon. I love you with all my soul and with all my body, sometimes, on rainy afternoons. But at two in the afternoon, or at three, when I begin to think of the two of us, and you think of dinner or the daily chores, or the amusements you don’t have, I begin to hate you silently, with the half of hate that I keep for myself.

Later I return to love you, when we lie down together and I feel that you are made for me, that in some way your knee and your belly are telling me that, that my hands convince me of it, and that there is nowhere I can come to or go to more easily than your body. You come whole to meet me ,and for a moment we both disappear, we plunge into the mouth of God, until I tell you of my hunger or my dream.

Every day I love you and hate you hopelessly. And there are days, there are hours, in which I don't know you, in which you are as strange to me as somebody else’s wife. Men worry me, I worry about myself, my griefs distract me. Probably there is a long time when I don’t think about you at all.
So you see....
Who could love you less or more than I do, my love.?



by Maiki ڪے