You, a person that I met
Near my home, on Picotee
Unknown by name,
Your eyes told me we are same,
Still a stranger, so much want to know
Inner, my harts started to blow
Everywhere, only the question: Who?
Anxious about what to do
When close, I felt your parfum,
When far away, I am in the doldrums
A passion to be?
Something like boiling in me,
It’s the calling from your soul
Mine, knowing I am yours
Your touch, how smooth could be
Your words, how touchy
Your kiss, how breathtaking
Living, how bliss and alive
Having life is only when beating both hearts
Is only when breathing both souls
It is only when holding each other’s hands
It is only speaking using both pair of lips.
