There is only you whose name I stammer in my rhymes
There is no longer an image, there is only you whose
Feet seem stepping towards the breaching signs of love
I am sure your new hearty hints have missed the light
For ever  struggling in the marble 's face of loneliness
And moved to the magical encounter with ecstasy
Tangling in candles  for a seducing forthcoming spring
With the brightness of its lightings from  raining skies
There is no longer an image, there is  you , over spilt
Like the banks of life in their colossal barefoot darkness
There is only you, that endless  over musical symphony
In the middle of longing voices , shredded in nakedness
Inviting each other to the ancient  fashion of love