I really love your lips, I really love your eyes,
I really love your voice, for me it’s like the sunrise.
I really love your skin, white and soft just like the snow,
But it’s not cold, it’s warm: gentle summer winds that blow.
I love you when you sing, I love you when you speak,
I love when you make me strong because I’m weak.
I love my only Rose, the most beautiful flower,
Because when I am sad she only gives me power.
She is the one for me and I dare say it loud:
I could tell her from thousands while hidden in the crowd.
She changed my life in better, perhaps she saved it, too.
I’m sorry words cannot express my love for you.
March 2014