You know, I tried to tell the world how beautiful your heart is - but I didn't know how - because the sun cannot be defined.
I tried to describe your soul - but I didn't know how - because I don't know how much goodness there is in the world, how much water is in the sea or how heavy the mountains are.
I tried to define your love - but I didn't know how - because I still believe that every season there is spring between us.
I tried to feel your touch - under it I bloom
like a rosebud grazed by a gentle wind - and I know .... An ocean of desire ... ... trembling madness.
Delight...
Photo : Marta Zbieron
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