The breeze with its fragance of salt
floods your eyelashes,
makes your hair fly
and makes your eyes shine more than the sea.

Your voice is like the singing of the mermaids
and your footsteps the road to eternity.
To have you close
the only condition is to breathe.

Think of you is like the garden of Eden
to chafe your skin is the door to glory
one glance of you,
stops vanity.

Memories tie us up to our past,
as sweet as the old wine,
that makes us remember,
fortune days that were not much.

My feet feel the speck of sand,
my heart feels yours when crackling.
There wont be any fallen leaves in winter,
which your bonfire will not use.

Ask for anything and you will have it,
ask for eternal life and you will hate it,
ask for a second of love,
and with me, it will be enough.