I love the calm blue thing
in what your eyes touch me
and the brown hair
where my fingers softly fly.
I adore your smile,
to feel your lips against mine
to touch your face affectionately
it is my wish, it is my dream.
to feel you breathing against my chest
to make you fly in the blue of the skies,
to bring you to the whitest thing of Veils
and there to cling like the sea against the quay
to be your sun and to you to heat up,
to be your moon to manage to be guided
to be your sea and you in me to sail,
and to good port in bringing my arms near.
