Gyula Juhász:
Love?
I don't know what this is but it's so fine,
Daydreaming on words you told to mine,
Like cloud of dusk, the brightest that's ablaze,
When behind it stars come out to gaze.
I don't know what this is but it's so sweet,
A glance of you that look for mine to meet,
Like ray of sun that glitter in the room,
Though the gloom of evening comes so soon.
I don't know what this is but I can feel
My life is turning brighter now and here,
Your silk of words are caressing my heart
Like gentle breeze that lulls the graves in March.
I don't know what this is but it's so fine,
Its pain is sweet, if aching, I don't mind.
If it'