Honey and clover

In a world made of honey and clover 
where nobody can reach us 
while we can reach anywhere 
is where I live.

In a world 
made of honey and clover 
being rich is not important if she’s there 
being poor is impossible if she’s there 
simply being is a blessing.

In a world 
made of honey and clover 
there’s her breathing in the silence 
there’s music in that silence 
she is music, poetry… beauty.

In a world 
made of honey and clover 
carnations grow red and white and yellow and pink 
and the sun shine next to me 
for it shines in your eyes.

In a world 
made of honey 
and clover 
you were the first 
you’ll be the last. 
You… her.