when you touch my hands with yours -
gentle, warm and tender,
loving true sincerity
glows in your eyes,
I enjoy the warm embrace,
soft, beloved and trembling -
vision-like sensations from
winter days and nights..
at the edge of Universe
wishes meet the Magic,
playing back in miracles
through my restful sleep,
and become as real things
as one can imagine,
entering my dwelling place
with the spring in deep…
so, we are blessed with what
is a lucky fortune..
new desires, forming wings,
fly beyond the skies..
with the morning haze will melt
worries and misfortunes,
when your hands,
caressingly,
keep the touch of mine..