hidden behind the glass that wets my lips i savor the sweet contour of your mouth

I pledge without taking oaths, but with my heart and soul

I will send you a dozen roses hoping that with each petal

your skin flutters with passion, letting your feelings show through

that open wetting the dresses of innocence

I’ll bring you a drink so that together we can look at the sky

and the moon witness us with the romantic light of the stars

sipping on the tasty nectar of a pure love

my glass overflows on the roundness of your intentions

under the thin layer that hides your secrets

making you bloom in the cool of a new dawn

breathing what springs up in our souls

fused by the eternal light.