I still remember Mari’s Riesling kiss
and how she taught my legs to run a race
I want to give my Mari more than this:
a memory of pain upon my face.
She saved my life when I was almost dead
I needed her and she was there for me
She curled herself beside me, in my bed
and cried some tears that I would never see.
My Mari’s beauty haunts my sweetest dreams
I miss my Mari now; she’s far away
but every day I talk to her, it seems
that she remembers everything I say.
I love her words and love their sound, their flow:
“I love you more than you could ever know.”