I gave your eyes the color of love,
A sky hug at Honey Ocean,
A kiss ecstasy of awakening reflections,
Of a raging red velvet on lips of the day.

I decorated of roses desert and boredom,
Held the sun at the top of the dune,
Drew a star with the moon crayon
And tied our two names to the night ring.

I dressed your skin with my fingers cotton,
Chased from your pores old memories,
Tracked the lines of your history
And fed the furrows at the land of kings.

Lean softly on the mirror of my soul,
It is the citadel where your glance ends,
Where you charm my heart with your voice ribbon
Whispering sighs that faint.

Draw from the fountain my perfumed tears
They will be your dawn’s garden dew,
Pearls to cover your body
With silk petals, voluptuous flowers.

Those sobs on your cheek, I know their pain,
They slip misery throughout misfortune,
Silently fall in the shaft of grief,
Sad to not have drunk of happiness.

So…

Don’t let the time rain memories,
Nor flood the land where you wanted to love,
Nor drown your horizon to the bitter regrets, because..
When the glance dies out, love cries to death.

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