Passage to Paradise

The emotions that lie on the heart,

not shown in gestures and words,

cannot be measured or felt,

but for myself.

Disillusion,  sadness and despair

created tears I have privately poured,

leavening and enriching the soil I live,

bringing forth flowers, fruits, children.

Have nourished and ennobled my spirit,

paying the toll I owe to the lord of the fief.

I am sure they are leading me to Canaan,

the promised land where evil always hides,

and where milk and honey flow abundantly.

Where the woman I desire is waiting for me,

at the door of my house, longing and needy,

wife and lover.

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