According to the Book of Love

Starched sheets are rustling
Water from the tap is dripping
Autumn flies are with caution buzzing
Floorboards are creaking

All indicated that house is waking up
Cautiously eyeing its new owner
Waking up little by little
Staring from every corner

Who are you, stranger?
You, who deserved such attention? …
He got up from his chair
With a certain intention

Paying no attention to a neat creak of old leather
Slowly approached the clouded mirror
That stood in the dark corner of the living room
And began to stare intently into its gloom

Until when he stared?
Until the one inside it at him smiled
With his gloomy smile
Asking to be patient for a while

Assuring him that everything they had planned
In the diary lying on the green cloth
Would certainly come true
According to the Book of Love


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