290th story

A message from an anonymous poet;

Lady dear, I write for you

For myself, and for yourself.

For you—whose eyes,

When you fall in love,

Turn into a shower of stars…

For you, without whom

Life here would have no taste.

They say: a woman, and her womanhood.

So then…

Put on your colourful, flowered skirt,

Wear your white chiffon dress,

And brighten your moon-like face

With a smile born of pure joy…

Let your gaze steal hearts

More than all the flowerpots in the house.

Comb your black tresses,

Spin around and delight in all this beauty.

Let all the flowers breathe it in:

That is the sweetest earthly fragrance

Is the calm breath of you, my lady.

Your heart brimming with love,

The sky of your soul is forever sunny.

You are like a breeze

That revives the spirit—

Yes, lady,

You are the good feeling after rain.

Be proud of yourself.