Her breath felt like the sun rays from the dense,
Gathered the roses and left them on the porch of the abode,
Where they can arise as new before gloom.

Even though the light can tell,
and the light pines the wind disentangles itself,
As the light is bright as spell,
And the night came and wait on them,
Only the light can understand the day.

What if someone guess of their doings?
What if the stars are all exulting as to be queen and king?
what if the day rotate and take off as the night falls?
Perhaps the sun caressed their faces,
And breathe move together, riot the emotions and body's of souls.,
O light! that faces the subway,
Would not like to know what influence the pathway,
Only the light can understand the day.

Our love...