You don't have to be with me for order
out of a sense of duty or guilt,
I don't want to become a morning exercise
or a potion for spiritual emptiness.
I'm afraid I'll become an accidental typo,
in the collection - another glove,
After all, I'm alive, just like you
and the heart beats beyond the limit of beauty.
I want to be everything in the world for you,
so that, waking up in the gold of the dawn
in an embrace next to me,
you understood that you had come home