When I close my eyes
I see nothing, except you
I can see your eyes
which tell me with a single glance
everything, what my ears like to hear
I can see,
without a visual image
that it is you
And I can also feel,
without a physical touch
that it is you
Because it is the pleasant
and recognizable fragrance
that I can smell, that confirms me
that it is you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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