Lover

I am that sleuth 

who visits 

your boudoir.

I don't need 

your permission, 

I don't need anyone's order. 

I am free from 

all the restrictions.

Sitting beside you, 

I beguile time. 

When I flick your hair, 

you believe 

the Zephyr that enters 

the window 

does all the nonsense.

When I plant a kiss 

of love on your cheek, 

you discover 

an azure near you. 

Yes, 

you never know 

that I am your old lover, 

I am your dead lover, 

I am your staunch lover.