My love

Here I sit by your side,

While I feel your hands soft on my skin,

I feel your soft lips against mine and

I look into your bottomless eyes,

Where only you know what exists.

The dark blue sea dominates our sight

From the Bench under the willow.

I look at the sea and then at you,

And I let my hands glide into yours.

You whisper your sweet words in to my ears,

And make my daubs melt away.

I look at you and know that this is right.

Yes, I sad, when you asked me to take me home.

We walked hand in hand as we followed the road.

I looked at you and asked you silently,

When we were going to meet again,

But you simply smile at me and then I knew the answer,

Because when we go apart at my front door,

Is it just to meet again in sweet dreams.