Under the orme tree, can I have your hand to write about just another disaster, of a little star falling in your backyard
You are the felicity of my existence, the quintessence of my dreams
My hope in hollow uncertainties, the key to my romance
You give me insolation, a destination
Sitting on a squeaky chair, your guileless stare
So much inspiration to circulate
Eyelids roll, unveil the green pupil
Beneath your purple veil
A fantastic aura welcomes me, invisible to my sight
I breathe the velvet air
On the ceiling are displayed my poems, ascribed in red
The desire in the picture, couldn't find the words
Come closer to me, lay by my side, sitting in the settee
My yearning conscience breaks like glass, glimmers out the door
further on the other lane, I reach the garden up the hill
I smell your delightful smile, I care for you, my emotions transpire
At the shift of light, clear thoughts converge, create a rare orchid
A waterfall, a confluence formed, cut a perfect form
Together we follow the path of spring, home of haven, under the twilight
An angel in camouflage, looks behind my back, under the dim light the sunset hovers over me
Far in the valley, I pick some magnolia, waiting in paranoia
I was there from the beginning, I shall stay with you, my lady
I saw poured the silver tear from here solar eyes
I love your smell
