They joked,
Avoided
Serious showdowns,
Quarreled,
Avoided insults,
Hours flew,
Deflated like powder,
Pressing the relationship in dreams.

And before dreams or at dawn
Thoughts gathered into focus,
And a dear person, not some mistress,
The palm of the hand wanted to feel.

To tell the heart
And pass it on to her:
“Whether tomorrow comes, or yesterday passes,
I don’t give a damn!”
“I Love you.”