Should rain drops scream the cloud is crying?
Should my mouth tell, of my uneven heart pulse
When my eyes sparkle, can’t you see?
When our fingers mingle, don’t you feel?
In our careful silence, doesn’t love bloom?
In our passion’s fire, doesn’t obsidian cower?
Let me speak of what love makes me here
Ours, the passion that enfolds the mighty sea with warmth
My every breath, unequaled air to float the sinking Titanic
Reaching heights beyond heavens, undiscovered routes.
For you_melting pot of beauty and charisma,
I’ll walk never ending miles
Cause with you I feel the tremendous rapture of an elusive concept
And in this sweet delirium I rather drown than breath without your love.