After each wrong step
I make here
And I feel I lost a little bit
Of this
That I gained
Before
Or when all art between us
Splashed in plenty little pieces
I wish to learn
This love
From the start
I wish you to teach me
How to speak
To you
To bring you back here
For now
I'm lost in the mist
That your soul
Flows into my own
How to speak to you
Now?
How?
Or maybe just a touch can be a cure
I hope
My love
I hope
That
You will be there
Again
As I wish, as I want, as I need
Please, be there
My dear
