I don't know about you, not even your name
nor the bad things that stand behind those azure icicles lakes, your eyes.
Your look, cold weather and in me the fire, so strong, passionate .. Malice and malice.
Not a word and emotions in me, indescribable, unseen war.
Fate separates us, not because you want it because it has to be.
And yet your eyes are full innocent sea, sweet to the eye and salty to the point of pain.
I dream of your hands around my waist to fall and walk.
You are entangled at my feet, with unseen ends of life, I am leaving you, but they remain to prove once again that our meeting must be repeated.
Don't worry, your eyes will return to me.
And lips, lips just touch one, adrenaline bursts, the head runs.