My morning ... beside my crazy longs ... still misses you ... and as usual ... i am at my window ... where i use to be ... waiting for your sunrise ... So that the branches of the soul ... may blossom ... and your love ... may be buried between my ribs ... on the banks of longing ... to played my love song ... In which ... for passion melts ...
because ,... you are my melody ... With which the heart sings ... and feel alive ... and to me my heartbeats ... and the pulse dances to its tunes ...