VII

42

Otázky

Takmer každý deň sa Boha pýtam,
prečo mi do cesty poslal teba —
chlapa, čo vzhľadom priam zosobňuje
môj ideál muža a aj svojou
osobnosťou ma moc priťahuje —
ak nie je Božích plánov súčasťou,
aby sme boli niekedy spolu.
Prečo som ťa spoznala, pýtam sa,
túžiac v tom pochopiť Božiu vôľu.
Či azda len preto, aby som sa
celý život modlila za teba?
No žiadnu odpoveď nedostávam.

43

Under the tree

I heard only recently
Ed Sheeran’s Under the Tree.
And, oh, man, did it hit home!

The song’s title instantly
rang a bell, reminding me
of a nearly same-named poem

I wrote one Christmas for you.
And even its lyrics do
perfectly capture how I

feel about you not being
with me, how much I’m missing
you, dear, and wish you came by.

44

Poetry

I wonder whether in the entire
history of poetry has ever
any poet moved / melted / won over
or sparkled at least a small love fire
in the heart of their beloved chosen one
through their verses, hitting thus a home run.

45

Be my Valentine

Previously I always wished you to
have yourself a lovely Valentine’s Day.
But not today. Oh, no. Instead, today
I wish you were my Valentine, I do.

That’s what I’ve always been truly wishing
for since I encountered you the first time,
’cause you instantly rang my every chime.
It’s you I’ve ever since been desiring.

I wanna love you in every sense of
that word and give you all my love. What’s more,
I wanna cherish you, pamper, adore.
Only to you, dear, I wanna make love.

Yes, indeed, I want you to come to me
and fuck me literally, not only
figuratively, like you’ve been mainly
doing all this time by rejecting me.

I want you to come here and take me for
a proper date, one just like I have it
pre-imagined (I timidly admit
that no one has done that for me before.).

Take me for a dinner and a movie.
Afterwards, we return back to my flat
where immediately any chitchat
dies off in passionate kisses as we,

unable to keep our hands and lips
off each other, slowly strip each other
into only the attire Mother
Nature gave us, clothes on the floor in heaps.

We slow dance naked before taking off
to the bed for the awaited main course
at some romantic candlelight, of course,
finishing up our making of love

with a joint shower-bath at breakfast time.
That’s what I wish my Valentine be like
and know only you could make it dreamlike.
I’m missing you so much in the meantime.

46

Let-goer

How is it possible to be both not enough
and too much at the same time in regards of love?
Why does it always have to be me? Is it my fate?
Or why do I always get only disgust and hate
for trying to love in the only way I know of?
Am I really so hard — so impossible to love?
Am I doomed to always let go of everybody
I love so they can find happiness with somebody
else? Well, I just can’t do it again all over
for I don’t want to always be the let-goer.