These days
I search and search
in the garden of my thoughts
the best of the best of so many flowers
growing in your love
in order to present to you,
what is already yours.
The thorns of my own desire, wounds me
The happiness in my memories, cures me
and in this constant play of wounding and curing
my joyful day passes
after long days of work
the remaining me in me demand
as a humble wage to my humble labor
a slight curving of your lips
a tiny bit of a smile
and for an even tinnier instant of time
you sending signals of love
in this mysteriously connected universe
that can feed me till my next pay time..........
26 Dec 2014
luxembourg
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