I may love you in my silences,
Maybe you know it, maybe not.

I may love you as being your guest,
An early guest one and unique,
A visitor into your eyes and your voice.

I may love you in the land of this language,
a language of silent encounters was born my words,
without elegance, but truly.

I may love you in this land of glances,
of simplicity intuitions,
a land of being one.