The biofield of love
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The poems are anxious, naive,
Far from the meaning of the word.
All forms are dry and abstract.
The excitement of lovers is clear.
They want to grasp the essence,
To understand and preserve in the soul
The very fragile sprouts of mystery.
While they are weak, crystalline,
They need a greenhouse comfort.
Let their gazes sing of happiness,
And lips tremble with impatience,
Hands intertwine in the striving
To create a biofield of love.
Understand and do not blame me,
That I preserve muteness,
I guard the sympathy
From the force of all-destroying words.
Let a wondrous castle of dreams
Be erected as a marvelous reality.
In sweet languor, I will leave
Your figure, having touched it lightly.
In harmony, we will live for centuries.
A magical aura of happiness
Will ward off all misfortunes from us.
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