I wanted to be with her,
under the shelter of the stars,
to sail in her eyes,
to lose myself in her sparkles.
I wanted to be able to travel,
journeys of the heart,
to meet her laughter,
limited only by illusion.
That she would take gentle care of me,
like the breeze on the sea,
her hands, my salt and wind,
my beacon in the darkness.
I wanted to be with her,
in an infinite embrace,
where poetry is born
and life takes its myth.
