No one loved me like that,
with the soft touch of a whisper,
with the intensity of a moonbeam
that illuminates the gloom in the dark.
Your eyes, two beacons in my storm,
shine and undress my silent essence,
like honey in a honeycomb, each glance
sweet and slow, never violent.
I feel that in your embrace the world is extinguished,
and time stands still, without haste, without fear,
for what you give is more than an entanglement,
it's an eternal bond that is never forged.
Impossible to deceive, that's the truth,
what I dwell in your breast is pure and sincere,
it's a garden blooming in the downpour,
A sacred refuge of peace and goodness.
