like the sunflower turns to the sun,
I see him turn to me

but I don't understand

like the thrush that sings into the night,
I hear his voice through his melodies as I fall asleep

but I don't understand

like the child who has discovered humor,
I hear his laugh at my jokes

but I don't understand

this feeling of wanting
this feeling of desiring

but now that I have met her,

I think I understand