What can I say to brighten every day
And every night I spend with my beloved?
How can I keep disturbances at bay
While waves of life are being unduly rowed?
The worrisome existence takes its toll,
And aging doesn't help us stay afloat;
We have to fight with problems, big and small,
To maintain our little unsteady boat.
My only instrument, the foreign speech,
Is too restricted in its scale and measure,
Although I've learnt some tender words, in which
I try to formulate my cherish'd treasure.
I see your face - and words of love are due,
It's such a joy to share them with you.
02.06.2017
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