your eyes are like a poem in my each dream
they (your eyes) burn me and scatter my ashes
I wait for you night and day without waking up
your scent is in the trust of a rose
I shall die before this dream ends
my heart is in your hands
I whish that you didnt wake me up with your absence
I shall touch your lips
beleive me I will bring the sun in the evenings
I whish you didnt wake me up and I whish that I would hang on your tears....