There were no blossoms,
No sprouts to be seen,
I saw no birds nor meadows,
Just stared at you without sin.

I felt no time with you.
All was warm and calm.
I caressed your cheek,
Drawing just a little hint.

You gave me a book,
A book about your life,
You wanted me there
As I want you in mine.

No words were scrapped,
No space out from bliss,
I hold you in my arms, and your lips
I should have kissed.