If you knew the depths of my heart,
if I exposed it for you to see,
you could maybe know the bottom of my love.
You would also know that your body is a dreamland,
that your emerald eyes are the horizon of desire.
All of these
could go in words,
only the purest,
the most transparent
there could be.
And it would be like a poem.
If I could tell you then how I feel in such a poem
you would surely kiss the ink on the paper
and my lips would stay untouched by your kiss.