They won’t believe it,
No one will believe it.
How you held my body, my heart, and my happiness,
Firmly to the ground,
And flew them in the air,
With one and same smile,
And with one and the same turn of your eyes,
On me. Today. At last.
How curiously I am submitting to your will,
Suppressing my impulse to talk to you,
Holding myself back from saying what’s in my heart,
Am I growing up? Is this wisdom?
Are you my country? Is this what loving you really means?
Are you teaching me how to be a friend,
Weaning me from my habit of turning into your lover?
Now. Today. Finally. I feel rested.
