THIEU KHANH

YOUR HEART

If your heart were rectangular
I would multiply its width by its height
But I don’t know how is it high and wide
So I hesitate for fearing not to make it right


If your heart were like a new notebook
All the pages were so chaste with pride
I have also hesitated to try opening it
Fearing some poems might have pre-empted inside


And if in a golden honeyed night
Your heart opens its door to encounter mine in sight
In the fest the two hearts would be dancing and singing together
Without my poems flowers and leaves are still in love with one another.


My heart is ripe do please take a bite
(Do love me or we would dissipate our hearts’delight)
It would be so joyful going home to see your mother and say
When crossing a bridge the hat of your heart were flown away.

THIEU KHANH

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