There…behind a windowpane where the wind would stop its rage and where home would gain form before the nothingness outside, I shelter you with warmth of heartbeats and soft dews of kisses. You pause with life beside my breathing to contemplate my love, pulsing with an entire nature towards your course. I try to tame my rhyme and keep the flooding rivers by the sea, but you untame my thoughts with simple laws of magnetism. Here they are…entangled, jocular and true, my feelings at the dwellings of your lips, which I’ve been longing to depict and make my life’s hymn, although I can’t refrain from losing myself in the symphony of your enticing array: the colours of your meaning. I am… lost, both fragile and strong in your embrace; my heart runs for the shape of your emotions, before your motion, my body is immortalized; my soul already bears the signs of your symbology, freed by the cage of your core of beauty, reverberating with our memory? To find myself again, I only need the mirror of your eyes, or maybe just your smile, which I repay with a whole universe encompassed in my poetry. It’s not much but just a night with storms of feelings before your eyes. It’s nothing but a heart sheltering your breathing. It’s only love. Or just a windowpane, meant to protect life from the wind outside. (Soar)