I See In People's Faces Love Here,

I see in people's faces love here, as a kiss. Man asks me: Have I got a kitten? She asks me: did I see red squirel? Oh what a peaceful mood, what bliss! Oh what calm attitude, no passion, no bad desire that may break, Your watermelon, rest on cushion, kind plumber, who has come to check our water counter, our cleaning, our trying to wipe all from dust, old diaries, old stories, thinking of how to save our flats. Then Notre Dame's Ave Maria, then hearing your tender voice, and this eternal lovely feeling which Time in one kind thread transforms. I look at it through all the roads, it's gold but coming as a red, it keeps all on itself, transforming, as spine which has only Your aim.