I couldn’t dream my lady
that such a girl would visit my room
my room which doesn’t deserve to be
a room of some twentieth century
it’s a room of a cave man
but you were a prophet in the home of unbelief
you entered it and brought the light
you erased its walls paintings with your hand
it is a dark cave
and you are a preacher prophet
you deleted all old laws
to make it the best city
that you are my lady
the first visitor
the first explorer
then you became the queen
and here it is my queen
that old same room
as you left it
no hand ever touched it
I don’t know why
Maybe because I didn’t love anyone else
Or because I forgot what is love
That because love was with you and for you
And will not be but you
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