Appearing like a fog,
He was looking for me like light,
It was like asking,
It was pure, love ...
It was like salvation in loneliness,
It was like Eva's nakedness,
Like the teardrop,
And the flower fragrance ...
On the rays of kindness,
And the whiteness of bread,
On the flying dream,
And to the request ...
It was like a movie,
It was the puzzle piece,
At the piano accompaniment,
And the guilt argument ...
It was like a verse described,
As in a sonnet,
As from a faded frost,
And like in a tomb forgotten ...
A poet had known he had described it,
He was number Five,
With magic, he drew it,
And in pink breath made her ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...