Special one.

Your skin glows like the pure crystal, blossoms beautiful as the red rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice and leaps like a kittycat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
Your body that I carry into the twilight of moonbeams and hold next to my heart comforts me.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of watery cry.
As my mind falls from my dream, it reminds me of your presence.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bird singing of the day.
My heated soul leaps to my heart. I wait in the moonlight for your secret wisper so that we may cry as one, soul-to-soul, in search of the magnificient black and mystical feeling of love.

[Um poema que fiz para ingles há já algum tempo, não tendo namorado, sendo esta pessoa aqui falada um amor ainda não conhecido.]