How I urge for your soul’s embraces

-as stars pursue the glorious sunsets;

orange blessings of the sky above-

in my day-dreaming of longing,

painted in a cyan-yellow hue

illuminating our life of love and joy.

Blessed be God and his miracles,

for in my darkness he showed me light

bright and warm as gifted from beyond.

I long for endless days and nights

curling up to your essence,

in mind and spirit bring one.

Such is the joy I find, in our happiness, in our strife, in our path.

Orpheus and Eudyrice be envious if our passion,

Eros himself in awe of our bond.

No words do me justice, when things unspoken echo loudly within me without shape.

Love,

I only whisper.

I love you,

I only shout.

Our feelings’ sensibility prevails.