OAK TREE

Peace be upon your eyes, and upon your warmth that touches the corners of my heart in a time of cold.

Aren't you a flower that the days have always told me about?

Aren't you a strange melody and an unforgettable joy?

Here in the heart are scattered hopes, from a lover who longs for you, who knows you, who senses the colors of your transparent voice.

O distant one, O river of longing, and smile of light.

Your love, that oak tree that lives in my heart, I never even thought of touching.