For the poems so beautifully crafted
and for a poet so witfully thought
for my love at first sight
is about brushing past him
for hours, days, weeks,
as feelings unearthed,
and the little voice in me
squeaks--
thou shall yearn my heart
as i shall earn yours
yet doesn't he know
as minute as my thoughts
stitches of vague memories
of him- me-
that starry night when
we held hands
as the heat imbued between us
warmth-
transcended as love lit
and that was my love at first sight
感激Wislawa Szymborska动人的诗,
以此献给H 和这个美丽的诗人
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