The closed window

Open the window to please me. I'd love to see the outside light. I know right now everything it's under a deep and silent dark. But what can I do if my dreams ask me to try. Smile please. Let me feel your kissing lips, softly, slowly. I know I'll find water, pureness, destiny. My will ends in your lips. Remember. Even you have nothing to. Try me. Follow me flying. Swim through the immense stained ocean between us. Hold your breath while you wait for the love to come again. It'll be back, as many times as always has done, but mysteriously harder, painfully in love, love will come. Sight reaches you until the nightfall and far across the night tries to tie you close to my soul. Extensions of my fingers gather your shape in the indescribable but admirable touch of passion. Intense. Certainly frightening intense, softness becomes infinite, in that place off your skin. Distracted sentences pretend to express unexplainable feelings. I'll remember you as the unforgotten. I'll admire you as the one who didn't want nothing but the power of controlling a wild destiny.