We were known to each other.
You were wed to some other.
I didn’t let you know my
desire.
You didn’t let me guess your
desire.
Now you are a grandmother.
I want from you to know
whether
You had for me then, a
desire.
You blushed. I fell flat.
Yes, my love is fulfilled.
With that I shall ever live.
You are not mine, but were.
I cannot own you, but once.
Enough! My desire is
fulfilled.
12.12.2001

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