In the fund rest images .

your poncho is  wristlet ,

you takes flowers like Galaxy .

your body ..

I wished to steal red lips

and page of your cheek

which ruled against tears .

Oh ! my Love I like to hear if the love

is sung in my heart ,

when you deported me .

***  

Holocaust wind above me ,

heated  earth boiling under my feet ,

like that the angel is above me .

You did not think that me see you .

Not only knows my secret tears

had caught fire .

I afraid that eloquence me .

The heart disappeared behind the flames ,

no more than ashes

and a hearth fire.

***  

I watch your smile .

As I watch the crescent.

Your movement makes minimal wind.

Deviate from the path of the wind.

your circle, I hit tremor.

While shaking shirt.

I not interrupt your picture.

my mind, which filled.

I returned to volumes and silence

at the our meeting.

***

By the wind your shirt,

parties shirt is fly  in front of me ,

the stars is smiling .

you inclusion of modesty.

resolved blow rain your hand again.

Then wear me .