Written: © Maxima
The verses do not come now,
I disappear in madness,
Hidden in the sadness of this heart.
Then you come in a bright yellow skirt,
A blouse full of colorful butterflies.
Lithe shoes walk by,
Your are divine,
A small purse on your arm.
You stop to talk to a friend.
From the sprinkled petals along the path
I am pampered by the luxury to eye
You from afar.
You steal my breath away
And the heart that loves you.