Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of dreams, my longing shines on a cold winter night, as if I am a forgotten story that has returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you with joy, and your voice is a silver river whose pure air I inhale, telling me all fascinating stories. I see the faint light of your eyes sparkling green, where everything sings. Yes, in front your eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable moments; colorful and soft moments like a pearly face and a calm smile that captivates me every morning.

I will call you silently, speak to you silently, and whisper to you silently, for your presence and your shadow are enough for me. When you pass through my mind, flowers bloom, the sun takes on a different face, and the morning takes on a different color. When you come in my dreams, candles are lit, nights are illuminated, my heart beats fast like a gazelle.
Yes, I will love you silently and miss you silently, for you are a beautiful, elegant, and distant being like a chandelier.
I will not let you feel me. You will not feel my voice, my words, my fingers, or my touch when I touch your nice face in dreams with all my love. You will not feel my longing and you will not feel my eagerness. I promise you, from now on, you will feel nothing but that I love you silently, for you are something so precious, delicate, and so distant.

YOU AND I
You and I are a vineyard of grapes and endless joy. We travel in our small boat, never to return, as if we were a tale of green lapis lazuli, resembling your eyes. We travel on a carpet of wind, never to return, roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time is sweet like grapes. There, bright songs are released every morning. Then, we fly, yes, we fly and stretch our hands to the clouds amidst smiles. What great joy! You and I, an endlessly colorful night and endless satisfaction. Your green eyes and I, a joy that never fades. What happiness.

HOW OFTEN

It is easy to kiss a flower or travel far toward love on a long night? And it's easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, how the trees love to touch the face of the river. How often do your shadows tell me about walking among the colorful paths, and that it's something that delights the heart, perhaps one day I'll find a thread or a hand pointing to you. How often do I remember the features of your face on mornings caressed by the breeze? How often have I been dazzled by its captivating fragrance? How often have I drawn with your shadows an embrace and a kiss like strange travelers who have come from afar. They spend the night among the hills, their eyes only smiling between unforgettable waterfalls.

My breath is as hot as Indian pepper, and from my voice fiery chants flies. In my heart are destructive storms, but my eyes are elegant and furnished, from which flow raging streams whose water never runs dry towards you. My dreams are so deep and delicate; for I live in my deadly longing for you. How do you want my heart to have a roaring water that calmly irrigates everything?
I feel your warm voice touching my depths so strongly, but your elegant fingers write nothing. Thus, under the weight of silence, I always try to stand in the middle of the road and whisper in a soft voice in the ear of the days, hoping you feel the warmth of my touch on a green leaf that reminds me of your eyes.

I WANT TO WRITE TO YOU

This is how I want to rest a little, to get away from everything and everyone. I feel like I want to rest a little, and write only to you. Your beautiful presence is enough for me.
In the midst of my silence and this vast space, I find myself knowing nothing, wanting nothing, or searching for anything other than you.
I feel like I need to write to you. I will spend long hours writing to you, long days writing to you, and long years writing to you. This is a covenant and a celebration.

YOUR EYES ARE A LOVE SONG
Your words are smiling roses, like a radiant wedding night. Your heart is filled with soft lights that gently illuminate the place. In your hands are baskets of love that sway like small, moist branches amidst hearts and valleys, so that the paths overflow with love. When you draw longing in eyes and send sweet shards of love to the ends of the earth, the valleys fill with gazelles, and the rivers overflow with a radiant joy that my eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly because your eyes are a love song in which I am lost.