I long for your face, woman,
Scattered among faces.
The lips crave a kiss,
And fear the fire of the hearth.
The body is weary with longing,
And the mind has strayed from my own.
I stood my heart guard,
Above the snow, ready.
Your eyes passed by it,
So, I commanded it to be still.
And the snow feels as we do.
Embrace it, so it may warm.
Say "I love you," my poet,
So, my extinguished sun may shine again.
I congratulated the flowers of the hills,
And I was denied congratulations for you.
For life, you are the beloved,
Without you, it will not begin.
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