I want . . .
. . . to be the breeze,
that gently touches your face.
The kiss that lingers on your lips
but, never leaves a trace.





To be the sound of your heartbeat,
strong as the tide.
Like the treasures of the deep,
of what is hidden inside.





To be the one in your dreams,
when the darkness falls.
The first name on your lips,
when the sunrise calls.





To be the passion so hot,
like the flame of a fire.
The one that you crave,
the one that you desire.