AN IDEAL

The fantasy of adolescence sometimes finds expression in adulthood.

You are no Hercules, no Adonis.

No emperor, no conqueror.

You are the fruit of love who

understand but the words of love.

You are no angel, no God.

No simpleton, no pauper.

You are the most humble person

who does not boast his generosity.

You are not here, not there.

Not in my heart, not in my soul.

You are just everywhere

one can think of.

You are not sweet, not harsh.

Not evasive, not serious.

You always say the right words.

You are no bondage, no dictator.

You are but the one to whom 

anyone would wish 

to be united to, 

Forever and ever.