How Do I Love You
While love touches in the spring of orchard
Dead mind wakes up with thirst
as golden sun
And, all cleared ice lying on the chest,
start melting
Then, I love you in the presence of desire
Like Picasso, your body is free to paint!
And the lotus floating in the stars of my eyes,
Tell me, how do I love you?
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