How concentrate when you are here?
It’s difficult for sure.
And when you’ve left, still more
than while you still were here.
How can I write a poem
with an exquisite poem by my side;
what could I say that isn’t tried
about you? My heart’s poem.
How concentrate? I fail, you see,
much rather than write I wish
to study your features, and with a kiss
sign you, my poem: “by Me.”