deep eyes - a clear chestnut brown, 

but bright like the sun has drowned. 

Warm as sand trickling through my hand. 

soft and light voice when you speak, 

different when you read - rough and dark it will turn 

when my candle starts to burn. 

reading books every night, 

your voice being the only light - 

I am already asleep while your words

they overleap. 

soft red lips forming words - 

about a glorious tale with birds. 

Waking up at three, your message 

bringing happiness to me.