The game of seasons,
In which, if you had been the autumn,
I would have been the spring
To give you my flower
Sweet chestnut-tree....

The game of universe,
In which, if you had been the earth,
I would have been your moon,
Eclipsing you forever, my dear....

The game of the earth,
In which, if you had been the mountain,
I would have been your valley
To hide myself......

The game of thoughts,
In which, if you had been the abstract,
I would have been your value of the judgment,
To treasure your ideas....

The game of love,
In which, if you had been my love,
I would have been your half of a sphere
To search you, to search you, to search you...

Marieta Maglas

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