Let it be no poetry tonight, no music and no arts to resort to. Let it be only the night, put the stars aside, let the black flow for the bright of my silent words veiled by a hug. Let it be just me, eyes closed blushing with the red of your heart. Let it be you alone, decisive arms giving me peace of mind, caring for my soul to soothe with delicate moves. Let it be us, a smile, a look, a touch and all those accessories that couples wear like gadgets against hard times. Let it be air, giving birth to our breaths, while space seduces time for us to last. And then, I will whisper ? good night, dawn of my life. (Soar)