Just For You

Gee! Guten Morgen . . . In this wonderful city of Gothic heights Overwhelmed with marvels, beauty and history Vanity, on the contrary, may imply its ambience. Across the veins of my thought Nothing but a simple dream, Nothing but a warm embrace in moments that I feel alone. Long have I tried to write Over and over again, and I did. Memories and events are pasted together Both are meant to form a collage of beautiful pictures. Reviving our memories I may close my eyes Distilled with splendor and beaming countenance It’s because of you this poem has been made possible.