I love you, Onuța,
For your shiny eyes,
For the words that you’re saying
When my heart cries.

I love you, Onuța,
For being so honest,
Loving a poor and lost,
But sincere poet.

The signs are here,
We just need to see them,
The poems in our mind
We just need to write them.

The roads of our lives
Are to be walked,
Keeping ourselves
Off the mud.

I love you, Onuța,
For your green-brown eyes,
For the encouragement
When my soul cries.