Falling in Love

You never threw me out of the courtyard, with the sledgehammer blow of "private space". Never, not once, did you throw me crushed, bewildered, into the garbage heaped from everything in the alley. Never, not once, from the first house in the reed bed, to this tower among the clouds, in fact did you shut the door on me, did you lock the latch of the door and stay with "the preservation of privacy" alone, alone, forever in the heart of your cell... Whether I am far or near you I drink the smile from your sweet lips; forever my love...