You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.
You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.
Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.
a dance in a summer rain,
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings
beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.
the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.
To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.