I have walked all them roads you said me I shouldn't,
I have felt all them things you said I shouldn't.
I have talked all them things you told me I shouldn't do,
To talk about.
I have felt all themthings you told me I shouldn't think,
To write about.
Now, in these woods.
Where the paths lead me to everywhere.
Astounded and blissful.
I rest to stand, till you join me again, my Love.
I will trip on your silhouettes, connect those stubbled mustache to the speckled far-away beard and draw you with my awaited seconds, hours, weeks, months, life, dreams and eternity.