As for me, it is not a moment or more
As for me, it is not a name or a noun
It is not a rank or a gain…
It is not a story to live
Neither, a novel, nor a poem
To tell…
It’s not a name, may sound attractive
It’s not a face, may look charismatic…
As for me, I found no definition for him
And, It could be elucidated neither in some words nor in many ones…
As for me, he’s greater, wider, more cherished, more precious, and more than
what a human would deserve….
It’s not to play with, or to enjoy
Or, to laugh
Or…
As for me, it’s not a colour or just a flower
It’s not a memory or a ceremony…
It’s not an act nor a behaviour…
As for me,
It’s more than what I can imagine
It’s neither to take nor to give
It’s not a selfish desire
It’s neither a need
nor a due…
It’s more than just dedicating
More than giving and paying,
Without expecting a reward;
It’s more than human comprehension or imagination.
“Is it to think of, find out, admire and adore what the spouse does think of?
Or, what the spouse really wants?
And, all along, to satisfy as
Happily, pleasurably and easily those
Needs, believes, matters and pieces of a character
And, cherish while I am having the same, as well…?”
But, I believe that
It’s not a perfume to smell,
nor a space to fill.
[April 18th, 08]
