Many days have gone without a warning signal, seven days a week, twelve months a year, and never stop counting up.

As time goes by, I realise that you are the one that I live my life for and die for.

There are also facts which are taken for granted and suddenly come to the fore.

Way high above, life is appearing,

white as cloud,

sun burns yellow

and sky,blue colours .

You show me how to treasure the clarity, the cosiness when you are with me and the hope to keep moving on. I savor those precious moments we have.

As far the eye could see is the horizon-the fusion of ground and unknowns

which a hand is willing to stretch but constrained to approach by its inferior.

After admitting my defeat of sentimentality, I need changing to better myself, moreover, to deserve you.

Apparently, thinking is unbounded as its trip is long and its destination is dim.

I'll never think of any that could trouble you for you are what I think of and dream of.

So satirically do feet desire to imitate imagination that the exhalation of a fate gives a sigh.

I love you...and keep me tight in your hands, my beloved.