My Beloved,
Let us mount our horses and
Gallop to the rolling hills.
There we will refresh ourselves in
The creek running from the East.
Then ...
Let us lay down in that pasture with
Those wild flowers and where
We are surrounded by the high cedars.
Oh, let us inhale the air of total freedom,
Absorb the sun,
Pleasing each other and
Swelling in love until dusk.
Then and only then,
Will we have reached
A day's end weighed down with
A fulfillment beyond measure.
© François DulaPay

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