I pour love’s pure nard every morning on your bare feet,
I kiss the sole of your foot,
and the earth wonders why are you limping,
not knowing that you walk like this fearing to crush my kiss.
I count the stars in your shining chestnut hair,
and the sky is envy at my blessings,
I carry your perfume and your smiles with me everywhere,
and the wind dreams of spring,
I am dazzled by the bright of your fiery eyes,
and the sun is angry at my fortune.
I hug your glowing soul I hold your gentle heart,
You are mine, and heaven is jealous
of my beautiful angel.
I kiss the sole of your foot,
and the earth wonders why are you limping,
not knowing that you walk like this fearing to crush my kiss.
I count the stars in your shining chestnut hair,
and the sky is envy at my blessings,
I carry your perfume and your smiles with me everywhere,
and the wind dreams of spring,
I am dazzled by the bright of your fiery eyes,
and the sun is angry at my fortune.
I hug your glowing soul I hold your gentle heart,
You are mine, and heaven is jealous
of my beautiful angel.
Marius Alexandru
inspired by Nichita Stanescu's quote
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