|Seeking||A guy 25-45 y.o.|
Find me, please, in a crowd,
And hug me.
I know that my fate
Should you happen to meet.
I know for sure - you are now going
One through the windy June evening,
And you are not yet aware
What are you going to meet me.
You’re somewhere in there - but as a gain strength
To find you, to wait for?
To ask: "So where the f you had so much?"
And glad to nuzzle your cheek.
Get to know me from the thousands of others
And Smile - I do not need.
I understand everything, and so empty without words,
And forever you will stay close.
Find me, please, get on the ball
And strong, hot hands
My palm is cold sogrey
And taught to fly above the clouds.
And so I look forward to this meeting,
What, and is sometimes not conscious
Always, when in Breda,
You in the crowd looking for, not the statute.