You are rest for my soul,
a surprising joy for my bitterness.
Imagination has never imagined
what you give to me.
The sound of someone whistling in the street,
or asking questions, if that person brings word of you,
those sounds are worth more than all the world’s poetry.
There is nothing I want but your presence.
In friendship, time dissolves.
Life is a cup. This connection is pure wine.
What else are cups for?
I used to have twenty thousand different desires.