II

Would you believe that for a long time I didn't know what love is?
And I have written so many verses about it and never about
that love.
I already thank you for being able to meet you,
it was beautiful.
Just to be with you, to be next to you, just to be.
And to thank for that moment is right, the tape
would be death, but to let go, ….
I don't know what stirred inside me, my mind is tame,
at least it pretends to be now, as I recall the first moment.
I knew you before you knew me, therefore I invite you Peter,
in a few years no one will know whose verses these are
and which Dark Lord rustled his dark cloak before my eyes.
And yet I know absolutely nothing about you, I write colorfully
about love, with words I could fill large purses,
evenings sorting and counting them, word by word.