Atlantic City, NJ, Sept. 17, 1972

You are beautiful

By Vladimir Huber

I hurt you without meaning it
I put you down, wishing you high
I see you away, hoping you closer
I seem to understand my contradiction

Even the pain, you don’t lose patience
Even the sour feeling that you get
love keeps you on sailing
When I expect to be put down
you do it, but it doesn’t hurt as much
As a dessert, tenderness takes over