Ioanna,Ioanna, was it really you Ioanna,
Your love is touching my heart like a jazz song on a late chilly night.
Fully unpredictable like the next tone.
My heart still longs for your fresh smell,
for the way you
carry yourself,for the sparkle in your eyes,
for the immeasurable joy you bring to my soul,
for all the unsaid and unlived moments,
I might not remember your face,
but my heart sure does
if you are still out there, please rush through
fire so I make you bloom like a flower.

Standing in the dark room,
mirror reflections of her pale skin
hit me harder than the blinding sun.
Gazing at her pierces my heart
but for some reason I can't hold back.
Don't make me wait for far too long,
lets ride the waves of love,
your beauty is the strongest nourishment for my body.
Was it a dream or reality?
Sprinkle some cold water,
even then we might never know.