I could count the things I know about you
on both hands,
with not one door (but four) between us
and the entire world.
I know that you wear fantastic earrings,
That you are particular about teapots,
And that you have far too many hats
(in my opinion).
I know you have made mistakes,
that your heart is gold,
and that the sunlight sometimes flickers
through your curtains.
I also know that with you
my life has bloomed a hundred flowers over my whole body,
And gathering on your floor.