In the hush of twilight’s glow,
Your touch, a whisper, soft and slow.
Skin like silk, a gentle grace,
A breath from paradise, my safe place.

Each week I wear this weary mask,
Longing for your hand, my heart's task.
I dream of when the day is nigh,
To feel your warmth and breathe the sky.

The inscription of beauty is fate,
In my eyes, a princess from birth’s gentle gate.
May a waterfall of flowers in soft cascades,
Forever descend on the paths that you laid.

May moss blanket tread where you wander with glee,
And laughter you share bloom like leaves on a tree.
In the warmth of your joy, find a paradise rare,
Where love wraps around you, a tender embrace there.

Tomaž Jevšenak