I think of you, of what we are,
of the dance of two entangled souls,
of the flames that ignite our gazes.
Of everything we can do together,
the storms that will arise in your bed,
where the wind will blow between sighs,
and the sheets will learn of our plot.
In the rivers that will run through our bodies,
the caresses of time, sweet and beautiful.
I think of you, and the world stops,
our heartbeats merge into a single rhythm,
and in every encounter, in every kiss,
we create storms, shipwrecks, and hymns.
