When I reached home,
She was sleeping.
I didn’t wake her up.
Because I was in love with her.

I prepared a cup of coffee.
I didn’t see  sugar.
But I didn’t wake her up.
Because I love her very much.

I had to have a bath,
With hot water,
I was not able to do these things myself,
Of course I needed her help,
But I didn't wake her up;
Cause of my love to her.

There was a call,
For her from Budapest.
It was an old friend,
Of her after a long.
But I didn’t wake her up,
Due to my love to her.

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The sun was so early.
I didn’t get a good sleep.
I had to go outside.
She was sleeping beside me.

The moment I had to leave home.
I went to her and called.
But she didn’t awake.

You know I loved her,
But it was necessary,
And it was strange,
She wasn't a hard sleeper.

I touched her hand and was shocked.
It was cold and frozen.
She was no more…

Now I need to wake her up.
Because I love her a lot..
But..


The thought chilled my heart,
Sometime God might be in love with her.
And he doesn’t like to wake her up.
Yes God loves her than I,
Being God’s lover,
Is a good thing.
Still….