Op Beni Canim (Kiss Me, My Life)
A bench below fluttering green
Holding hearts willing to convene
Vision fulfilled on a pleasant day
Resting forms in each dreams play
Longing to sense a distant repose
Welcomed by the promise the future knows
They look on smiles and gently lean
Eyes together embracing loves sheen
She tilts towards his motion to her
He slightly lowers, his heart astir
Eyes drained and filled with the other
A moment knowing lifetimes lover
World’s want and demand descend to numb
He lightly breathes to her, “Op Beni, Canim.”
EaS
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