LILY OF THE VALLEY [POEMS II]

pillow talk

never told you how beautiful your eyes were.
I'm still afraid i will never mention it again
how much i loved the curve on your nose,
the nonesense we talked,
the times when you spoke.

how in love i was after a week,
how i cried myself to sleep,
right after you slipped.

the secret language we spoke,
the beautiful notes I wrote,
everything i pillow-talked.