Treasuring the night your eyes clear,
Travel is immersed in your whiteness dew
where the snow under your pure soul
quieting crying burning love you.
Oceanic your hands blush scarlet
where the wind moves and whispers and calls
the flame of your voice, and voice still calling you
wherever your blush kills sapwood.
Virtue in the abyss of my blind flight grows
word senescence, no love
to wear a helmet just bodes chest
Your mystical outpouring of pure silver.
Open your wings and the wind moves between
reined in your hair the voice crying the sky
and moves along the fly your ocean, your hair
offends the radiance which supports ...
And die slow wandering cravings rodeo
dawn of suffocation cosmopolitan equidistant
your mist to your peace, the ardor that moves the loop
of calm in the affair and affair in the embrace ...
Your feet of silk in one step anochecen
unscathed from my walk, and back in amazement,
your joy, meaning, your voice on my shoulder
beats in its untamed splendor in case ...
And rain on the jasmine calms and loves
slow your joyful nightingale in the thicket
cries where you are ephemeral, and discover the rush
your eyes, heaven, two, who gravitate instantly.
Nestled under the plectrum of your wings, and my shadow
harasses sea green on the wing you treasure
and plains on the sea and song that baffles me
graces your virtue and light all the time ...
Your foot moves the pen in the air dulls me
and crying in my fierce tide broken
subtle incense and chain call my bulwark
wields with your eyes blind steps in my art.
Light Cry, cry river cry wandering
your chest in the ominous glow of my ship
which gives my cry, my virtue, my voice Shipping
heart to your heart beat more pressing ...
From your laughter iridescent word not to call,
my summer flower under your hair, voice sound ...