Pianist & Ballerina

Holding on gently, tonight's little hand
A touch of dessert, lead spirits of violins and wine
Each strands of her hair, Love whispered like sands
I speak "her" each line, not on blameworthy circumstance.

Heart's embargo, a lovely pain on snow-covered lands.
Toasted on fire, watchend the midnight rain to shine.
Took so much words for a little goodnight

Eyes of moon-like shines, on Love we are entitled
Red rosy lips, O' most gentle creature reached to mine, we call "The Kiss of Flaming Butterflies".

Frosted above the skies, savoured each lip and closing eyes
Ever no one could split, O' greatest Love Beneath.