I’ve been a lucky man. Well, I shall die in a few days. Yes. But…you

have made time go sweet before I taste the cup of destiny.

Your beautiful smile and eyes. Have been an inspiration to me.

Wish I could write a poem of love about it. Your nightly company has

been magic and sweet. Your sweat in my chest made an oasis of my

feeble mind. Causing me to believe, silly of me; capable of making a

change for good. I, a man of thirty three.With no one Shekel in my

pocket. No political influence or type of power clout whatsoever…

Sweet Magdalene. I don’t have any idea how much we both are being

used by portentous powers. I just want to tell you that my love for you

has been as pure as a child’s tear. Kiss me, sweet love. Kiss me.

Rest your head on my shoulder while we listen to the cricket, the owl

and the wolf. And enjoy the breeze of the night.

Ernesto Onofre