His voice-The sweet sound of a flute

His heartbeat-Drifting drum blow

His breath-The only air I would ever know

His blood within his veins-A murmur of a lovely flwo


His eyes, emerald, as the soft grass of the earth

His hair, enlighten, as the fire of love

His skin, snow-white, as the air which we breath

And the color of water that covers him


Our shared love-

To life, to music, the love which we have

Wherever he may go, I will come after without a word

He will follow me until the end of the world


The wisdom of life running through his veins

The love for them, to the earth on her he lies

The love for every creation, for every been

But no love which exist will be compared to the love he hold for me