Against any prominent force of compression,
the full journey of your suave sense,
that tangent and endearing care,
becomes, con amore, col suo amore, the craving of my day.
I used to love to touch the wind...
At times I close my eyes,
but my mind is still open to the imagination of your embrace,
to that embrace that you create,
to the embrace of true beauty,
the embrace that my all longs for,
the embrace of your love.
No slight indication,
no suggestion...
Each day
I love your love.
