2+2=5

I will call her Vesna, first,because she choose that name at sometime, not so long ago, and also because, from the names that could be given to her, this one is the less obvious.
It's evident that I'm talking about someone in particular, someone UNIQUE, but whose existence is irrelevant for those been out of her daily movements' sphere ... but to me between them, of course.

I am the only fortunate one who has seen her shining from far away, where i am actually, from my joyful and taste-less loneliness ( consider "taste-less" as a neutral concept, as i think that what doesnt taste good should not, by force, taste necesarily bad).

For about one a year i have been illuminated by her bright, and left her light fill into me and feed me internally and externally on a very special way of "photosynthesis". How worth are those moment,how precious was every one of her words to me at its moment, and now, that i see the amount of the treasure i have kept, no one knows it, as no one sees how my heart gets everytime more and more dry, thirsty of such refreshing company as her's ... no one hears it, while it's calling loud at her...

that's what I write for, I can't miss her anymore in silence, may everyone know my truth, may everyone see every tear falling ... may my sad words, my pain because of her absence, as much as my deep thanks for choosing me as her heart's owner ( my most valious conquest, with the much it costed me to hold it!) get sometime to her.

"Foreigner, go and tell her, that I'm laying here in cumpliment of her will".

My saddest elegy, tonight, is for you, my inmortal Vesna.