A Fresh Leaf

This leaf could not be seen in history our history – before the eyes of the world. For this leaf my love, in the darkness of night we were writing quietly with the invisible pen of love. And line by line, against futile separations, we were carving on the stone of the history of life our clear kisses. Kiss by kiss we have carved the brightest the most intelligible words of the language of existence on all the stones and bricks... Many eyes look at us look, see, and believe the hands of love ringed in each other the tears of love flowing into each other our love mingled each with each like the hot mingling of bodies in the frost. And they believe in the root of the human in the human like us. My love forever as long as we are undying...