
last night, my love,
you came home with me.
this made me glad.
this morning your hair
was a mess but obviously
you did not care
for you were
with me,
safe in my arms;
here,
not there.
furthermore, if you stay
till thusday
i shall be thankful for that
and after, who knows,
maybe we will go have saffron rice
and grape leaves
stuffed with fresh promises
of happier times.
wouldn't you like that my love?
i would.
last night my love
~noxalio~
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