You take me off my pathAs the wind exhausts the cloudsYou tell me not to tryTo hold your faceBut even if you're onlyA reflection on a wall-You make me live.And I know that your lipsWill triumph from oblivionIn the book of the world.

Our love is not newIt has its roots in the skyOur love has overcomeThe darkest of the starsOur love goes dailyBecause it lives in obviousness.

We run after love for fear of abandonment, we run after pleasure for fear of pain; we are not made to run after something, but to live what we already are.

I love you. With what I have of immortal.

The most beautiful part of me will always be you.

To love you, is the flight of the birds who were asleep in my soul.