Written: © Maxima
I sense only outlines
I suspect only outlines
Bare the secrets of vanished shadows
on a June night
tasteful songs of street musicians
fill the air beneath the window of the hotel
where sleepless, I long to love you.
My dreams are filled with the scent of you
Let my hands be a breeze in your hair Mila,
My fingers travel through the silvery locks
that I love.
The intoxicating scent still on
Let my hand be a breeze there.
I love you