... My eyes, To mirror your sighs, I will give you my smile, To dance with your smile, I will give you my hands, For you to paint the beauty Of the fertile lands In the hills of Tuscany. I will give you my open arms To surround your shoulders, When you feel cold during the winters. I will give you my soft kisses To dry up your tears On your pale cheeks So I can chase your fears. I will give you my memory, For you to remember Our forgotten kisses, if any. I will tell you some of my secrets, Even the ones from the Pool, In case you show interest, And there you would think I'm a fool. And of course I will give you My Ocean Blue, For you to dive into. But I will never give you Anything that can hurt you. Somehow, You need to know That I can only give all this When you come back from the abyss To which you've decided to depart, Leaving me alone to dream of you, With art.