There are quite a few Sweet things: The summer And the sun, My cheeks, Your smile... Your perfume... Me writing poems about you. Some comfy clothes, The evening lights, The stars, The milky way And mars, Inline skating, Even if long time ago, Playing bongos And cajon.
It's sweeter even Just to dance, To give myself A daily chance, To feel free, And just to move Only for me, Nothing to prove. The beat, the groove The melody, Are guiding lights To me.
The sweetest thing Is life itself - To live it fully, To accept oneself. Be present now, Not lost in images For ages That keep you Trapped inside Your beautiful Sweet mind.