my lover adorns
whatever part of my life
she touches;
whichever way she moves she
transfigures the universe.
if a common person
speaks to me of love,
a shallow
dull-colored puddle appears.
but if she speaks of it,
blue water and reflective hills
appear, for she has been there-
i hear the rustle of leaves
from the forest as she goes through.
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