Here I am, lying in your embrace;
Feeling your breath’s zephyr on me
like a dew drop on the green;
My hand in yours,
Like a pearl in an oyster;
Disappearing into the oblivion
of the cascade of our chronicle.
Closed eyes speak our romance
in silent syllables of our adore;
The velvet touch of your pink
Decimates the raving abyss of my solemn.
You run your fingers inside my hair,
Your breath close to mine,
Drowning me in the red-red love’s ink;
My heart beats faster-
Its pulse whispering your name to me;
and the loudest secret it wanted to say-
You’re the sweetest thing it could find,
and it beats, just to stop for you someday.