My love
When I hear your voice
World reflects happiness
And the darkness of my heart stows away
In its dungeons
My love, where’s your aroma?
where’s your touch?
When I see your face
My eyes become a brush
To paint your lips line
Thinking touches and kisses.
My love, where’s your laugh?
where’s your eye glance?
When I tough your body
My hands scout your flesh
Describing images and feelings.
My love, where’s your call?
Where’s your breath?
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