I.
You sit down, looking at me, gazing.
You look trough me, I can feel your eyes piercing trough my chest.
What do you see, darling? Something more or something less I cannot see in myself?
The yielding sunlight hits your hand, I can see you breathing, so calm and temperate.
You exist in me, as you see beyond my own two eyes.
Sitting on my heart, you keep the dim light of my soul bright.
I love you.
