The curve of a flower,
Nestled deep in your heart.
As the hour strikes,
This gift, I offer with open light.
To chase your pain,
And dry your tears,
With all my care,
I long to lift your sorrows.
I offer the warmth of my arms,
The taste of my love,
The fire of my soul,
Asking for nothing, but your joy and your softness.
Let us be the creators of “us”,
From two solitudes, let’s become One.
