My confidence grew
As I received praise from you,
And now, at last
I am free of the past.
My poetry moves
Even as you love.
Formerly, my line
Reflected what was mine;
Now it holds your symbol
And your sign.
I am free of sadness:
The sad madness
Held in the vast
Vacancy, where broken hearts,
Called me on the phone,
Sometimes in company,
Sometimes alone.
I am free of old wine,
And its old poetry
That reflected what was mine.
Now your symbol is my love
And my sign.
