You have become a tender voice in my mind,
A flowery wind and a blinding sunlight.
A snowflake that never melts on my skin,
A melody that I sing from within.
You are the rain, that I can’t help but look at,
And stay under it, even if I’m cold.
I’ll tell you again, the story of how I love you,
But I’ll tell it the way that you’ve never heard.
You have become a smell that I can’t describe,
Notes of dandelions and sparkly lilac dew.
I can feel it touching my heart from the inside
The reckless way that is so brand new.
You are the only body I would like to feel,
The only beautiful soul I would die to heal,
The only voice I ever want to hear,
The only hand I would let near mine.
You have become my only dear friend,
The one who knows who I trully am,
And the only book I woul like to forget,
Just to be able to read it once again.
You are my summer breeze and my winter blanket,
You take my fears away with a single smile.
I’ll give my all to you, raw and naked
Like a little possession that is no longer mine.
You have become a tender voice in my head
It sings me the ballad that I wrote for you
Reminding me that I have not met you yet.
That you’ll stay in the wind and in the lilac dew.