I love, when the wind teases us
When it plays in your hair
When you act like a ballerina
To follow it in graceful steps
I love when you come back delighted
To throw yourself at my neck
When you act like a little girl
To sit on my knees
I love the calm twilight
When it settles stealthily
But I love at to hope gullible
I love your hand that reassures me
When I lose myself in the dark
And you voice is the murmur
Of the source of hope
I love when your misty eyes
Create a blanket of softness for me
And like on a feather cushion
My forehead poses itself on your heart