To Suzy.

My dearly beloved eyes
My love to you is like blue sky
Where I love to fly so high
Without wings.
 
I know, I might die
Of falling down from the sky
Like a naive short-living butterfly
That lost her wings, - it flew so high.

So, wait! Don't let me die. 
Don't close your eyes and I will fly
Like a naive short-living butterfly.
Be careful!

December 22, 1997.
New York.