For You
For You One can never know a heart until it blossoms and says: I miss you ! Then you hear wild geese honking, and the snow on withered grass melts. Your eyes shine like the first time you saw a tastefully livened garden. For you there are orange blossoms, and I know that when I am with you the moon’s round light at the window opens our hands and we touch like friends, butterflies, and birds to rise from a meadow of flowers .