Winter and night are in your eyes. The mystery of life and death is in your eyes.
Desire and passion are in your lips. There are hope, dreams and also melancholy when you are absent.

You are reality or fantasy or maybe as daylight and at the same time, you know how to be darkness in the deep sea.

I feel you in my soul because my blood calls you and because my skin demands you.
 
You are the life that surrounds all, that covers all, that contains all.

Oh vast wonder ! You are the enigma of existence, the essence of good wine, the perfume of the valley and the insurmountable, unreachable mystery, that I love even before was born.