When you love someone,
when you really love someone,
when you deeply love someone,
when you only love someone,
everything else is a little,
everything else is nothing,
when you love someone.
When you love someone,
when you only love someone,
you aren't trivial anymore,
you aren't common anymore;
and even a word,
if only it comes from me,
glides over your lips
and becomes a poem.
You can walk,
with your eyes inside her eyes,
right through the walls of our houses,
you can walk straight above the country fields,
above a hot sea,
above the mountains, above a storm, up to who-knows-where,
where the weather is beautiful
even when it rains,
where time is everything,
where everything is nothing,
living in the wind, your mind inside her mind.
You can imagine
you're children,
even when time
slips away from your hands,
go on together, even in another life,
even when this life will be over.
When you love someone,
when you deeply love someone,
you can see beauty
even in this world,
even in this world,
even in this world.