Precious rhymes.. Selma Kopic

 

The most beautiful are
the verses, the ones I don't write,
the greatest truths, the ones I don't say,
I fall asleep with the verses,
I argue with myself, I confide in myself,
and all in harmonious rhymes.
I often talk to you in stanzas,
and our secret conversations
make our memories come alive,
it's all there again,
that you have me, I have you,
that I absorb you with my eyes.
These are precious rhymes,
masterpieces of my heart.
in those talking to you
I’m both, seductive and smart,
there is no paper on which so much love can fit.
Very often my verses cry
and not knowing the reason why.
Sometimes,
In them there are rarely hopes and joys
and they help me to come out
into the daylight
and not let anyone see
how much suffering
there was along the way.
You knew how to read
verses from my eyes
and that was my greatest
poetic achievement.
You used to write poems for me too,
it was my greatest
female achievement.
We love each other silently now
and we both respect the agreement.
There are so many unspoken feelings in me,
so many unwritten poems ...
A lava of verses and rhymes,
a lava of poems of all kind,
still boiled in my mind.