All the light to the light,
Happy people cannot be condemned,
You've became my confession to end,
But you do not have in you this "the end".
Your damn warm and kind arm pretend
All the world in the hug - no intent.
Your triangle of freedom is circlish,
Being broken in two. So selfish
Will be not...to open myself,
And it will be the trouble of "self",
And the trouble is coming in threes
With the darkness of medieval thiefs.
I'm looking so deep into you
For a place for me and my clue...
In sweet honour of K.L., a person who made me feel alive.