Stare. Straight in her eyes. Every time. Same thirst. She laughs widely. Embraces your own look. One more joy. Adds value.

Unresolved questions. Fill neutral time which goes on with no significance. Until it brings you to my life.

You put the rules. You let the joy burrow like the light at the crack. You keep the dream alive.

You get in and out in life without my key of mine. Easily. You do not ask. You know. You do not search. There is the human stigma. You have the Great Heart. It can find it everywhere.

You live with crumbs. A gaze. A couple of words that weren't even a greeting. You feel lucky. Lets you breath. Free. With no thoughts. Not looking for magic. Just enjoying the privilege of seeing her.

Whatever the motion around me makes no sense. The hours get shorter. Nothing important is happens. Colourless images. Life is missing. When I do not see you.

She talks to you and you hear music. She caresses you without touching. Her words are waving in your eyes. Simple. Cliché. Looking new, though. They are her own.

The absolute time machine. Love. It takes you to your teens. Without any taboos you dive in the miracle. Again and again.

They are born baptized by grace. A simple flick. A slight change. Locks your eyes. You are mystified to find the answers so easily. A dose of the miracle of creation. Blonde, brunette, redhead. Any colour. You confirm the reason why you are here. Without human laws to describe copiers.

Suffice she is close. She turns off time. You don't waste. Like a fairy tale. Your own Princess.

You breathe joy. You are filled by its oxygen. You leave your lips free to form lines on your face. A moment. A dusk.