I desire not much but be a poem to creep in to your heart slowly and stay there forever,
I want not to be the one that makes you cry but if you cry be the tear that rejoices on your face and slips over your lips,
I rejoice if in my hope,i live as a poem spoken by strange winds that with the strength of thousand horses makes your heart kick out a deep breath of love,
If thousand years you live ,thousand years beauty will denounce you as a thief of hearts.
