Oh, your face,
and your hands,
and the beard
(I remember the bee are dead!)
and the brain—
hottest part,
like a magical box…
I am drowning there,
I am impressed,
I am lost.
I cannot stop seeing…
You deserve to be loved by the loveliest heart!
By a beating heart, by a soulmate apart.
Let’s pray hard for the poorest folks,
who have met you and then so stupidly lost.
Where have you been when I thought there was no one like you?
Where have you been when I crossed the world toward you?
Will you stay there a bit, for a while,
a little?
Could you, please, give me time for your long-distance pickup?
Sometimes birds are flying and flying around…
Sometimes birds are missing water or sun…
And love maybe is not what they are trying to find,
but I wish you will have one.
Free Bird
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