That’s not because of you that I am smiling.
That’s not because of you that I feel sad.
But I sometimes prefer not to keep silence,
Though I’m not sure if it’s good or bad.
I know, you are not who I should crave for.
You’re just a thing who smiles at everything.
But I believe that somebody you look for
Will be for you just such a smiling thing.
That’s not a trouble that I liked your kisses,
Your voice, your hair and attractive face.
I’m able to get rid of stupid wishes,
I want my soul not to be a mess.
I know you don’t feel like an offender,
You’re a seducer, or pretend to be.
Today’s your spring, but when it is December
I wish you to exchange “I” for “we”.
I’ll miss you like I miss remote places,
Like islands, which I visited in dreams.
Your face is one of lots of lovely faces,
Which I am not in love with, though it seems.
UK, Ramsgate, apr, 1999