Larihoe

Do you remember the meadow full of poppy,
where we´ve left a lot of laid grass behind us;
tall and warm grass,
and tenuous scent of love…
you showed me there for the first time
your ripe strawberries...
only bees and butterflies know about that,
only bees and butterflies...

Do you remember I stealed a kiss from you
somwhere on a lonely bay, on the end of day;
our footsteps and sighs we´ve left in the sand,
the sea-weed glittered in your ruffled hair
and waves were rolling so quietly, so slowly...
only krabs and shells know about that,
only krabs and shells...

And remember the nigt we´ve spent on the stack of
fresh hay, once in sweetish May;
all nigt long through the dark and peace
shiny glow-worms were sheding light
on your sleepy navel;
firs Sun rays woke me up, with my lips on your
naked hips;
only stars and crickets know about that,
only stars and crickets...