You live on my thoughts
when sleep comes and awakes your shortcomings,
your muse is my staple diet
with its waves that mirror your heart,
in these soft words
when you drop me a line with subliminal messages,
opening the doors of our idylle you forget doubts and fears that assail your existence,
your face twisted with shyness that becomes husky.
On your creature comforts you release the white-hot flame of life burning inside you,
Free you feel yourself coming alive again
wild with joy you thrill with ardour of passion,
we swap your patience for my confidence,
we are different but complementary,
Time that separates us from the start
merges into the cupboards where we rank
the past and its stories,
i like to think that we are just envelopes
awaiting in the same box to follow
the route of our destination to fulfill our mission,
our so called "destiny" tio deliver a message
giving a meaning to our own existence.