Like a new idea
Forming, being born
You are my emotion.

Like a trembling flower
Shaking in the wind
I await your gentle hand.

My scent on your skin,
My color in your blush,
My poems in your thoughts,
Marks.

Love the traces of love
When love is not around
When love cannot be found.

Love being born
In another's soul
Until you become
Love.

I will be there for you
That day
My love.