I will never grow old with you

Your love hides behind nothing.
And your treasures
are never sheltered.
At least, not from me.
I do not need translation.
I do not wait for rain
to fall on dry grass
on cold summer days.
For I have you.
And this love will not fade
beyond the horizon.
It glistens on iris flowers,
and beyond.


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