If a day passed by...

And I haven't remember

To wish you

a morning as sweet as sugar

And I began Scribble like a child

Meaningless words over the surface of of a notebook

Don't get bored by my amazement and silence

And don't think anything has changed

When I don't say I love you

it means that I love even more

If you showed up one day in a dress

So green like

The grass of lakes

And your hair thrown over your shoulders

Like the sea, like the splattered dimention of night

And as I started deeply inhaling my smoke

Don't judge me , calling me cold

And don't think my heart has became a stone

and through illusion , I grow your hair

Wheat, almond, and forests of thyme

if you sat in front of me long enough

Like a queen made of scents and alabaster

And you closed my eyes off you

Neglected the grouch of the perfumed shirt

Do not believe that I do not see you

Because, something's are seen better through the mind

In the shadows, your perfume has it's own voice

And the dimensions of your eyes has become wider

I love you more than love, itself.. but

Let me see you as I've always imagined