Honey, please tell me
that this is not a game,
that your eyes, with their glare,
are not lying to me.
That the breeze that caresses
our faces as we fly,
is the echo of a heartbeat
that dares to dream.
That you've been dreaming,
for a long time,
your whispers, soft,
are a song, an understanding.
Give me an eternal instant,
in this corner of heaven,
where love blooms
like a sweet velvet.