Building memories in place of your feet
—all the footprints get washed by the seas
Roaming visitors to the last drop of your love;
we’re arriving to the destination of your lips
I’ve found them worth more, than the sum they
come with; I desire some more kisses amongst all

Shall we tomorrow sail into the sea, our love
celebrating alive- as the ocean’s waves come to meet
You’ve washed my face with so many tears of joy
as the air we share of lips embrace, are winds of passion

Whence from your honey *** resides, is the taste
of desire of you, I cannot find a retreat from