I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.

Everything reminds me of you. Do you see the morning? It reminds me of you. Do you see the evening? It reminds me of you. Do you see the sun? It reminds me of you. Do you see the moon? It reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.
If I look at the sky, I remember your blue eyes. If I look into my heart, I remember your strange tenderness. If you touch my face, I remember your beautiful face.
Everything reminds me of you. Even when I write poetry, the poetry reminds me of you. If I read a love poem, it reminds me of you. If I feel my heartbeat, it reminds me of you. If I see a beautiful bird, it reminds me of you. If I see an elegant rose, it reminds me of you. If I hear a beautiful voice, it reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.

How beautiful is this warm evening? How short it is! In it, I saw your eyes, your golden eyebrows, and your rosy lips. All the beaches welcome me, all the orchards and moonlight greet me, even the place and all the paths make me feel warm because I am with you.
It was a delicate, fragrant, and colorful evening, unlike any other; it celebrates your eyes and your bright light. Oh, this evening that loves your elegant clothes, your elegant walk, and your elegant smile.
I want to tell you something. I tried to send you messages every evening, to find you every evening, to see your eyes every evening. But I say it sincerely: I am so grateful, so grateful to you. You don't know how happy I am with you, with the memory of your eyes and the memory of your smile that never leaves me.

Your eyes are a morning garden of flowers overflowing with tenderness and softness. When I look at you, I wander aimlessly and endlessly.
All roads lead to your eyes, everything reminds me of your eyes, it seems I have no escape. I no longer see anything but your eyes, I no longer remember anything but your eyes, and I no longer want anything but your eyes.

How infatuated I am with your blue eyes, how imprisoned I am with your blue eyes, and how lost I am in your blue eyes.
I see nothing without seeing your eyes, I hear nothing without remembering your eyes, I wake up in the morning and breathe in the fragrance of your eyes, and no evening comes without me going mad with longing for your eyes.
Your eyes are my eternal illness from which I will never recover, I am certain of that.

POSTPONED LAUGHTER

Our postponed laughter will surely celebrate and light up the evening. Your love has given me a light that no one could have imagined, not even the poets sitting in the winter café. What a great joy, what bright colors!
I feel the fragrance of your love wafting through the alleys where the air is free, walking deeply without affectation or a straw hat.
Oh my God, don't you see this vast number of brightly colored butterflies? Don't you see that I would like to tell you about many things, whose whispers I have begun to feel in my heart?
I will tell you about a boat of dreams as I travel in the breeze. I wish you could have seen that. How strange it is, a swallow singing in the corners of my hope, and a sparkling river carrying me to a floating city. I saw them there. I mean your blue eyes shining amidst the trees, and on your lips postponed laughter, a faint color that I thought was your love.

Whenever I see anything from you, my heart blossoms and soars without return. I must tell you that I need you to feel myself. Yes, I need you desperately and without delay.
Come a little closer so that the flowers may bloom. I feel nothing without your nectar, and I am nothing at all without your presence. I only feel happy when I see your blue eyes.
Come closer, so that your light may fill my weary soul and my poor heart. When I see you, I feel my pulse and the beats of my heart, all thanks to you alone.
After a long darkness, I feel my soul that was absent and find my lost happiness. I feel the light of your eyes penetrating me deeply.

In front of your blue eyes all the joyful things sway before me, and dreams dance lightly and endlessly, penetrating me like a happy, unforgettable story. It's your blue eyes drawing a smile that melts all the ice the galaxy knows. I wonder at this enormous amount of ecstasy and joy, I wonder how lucky I am to have these moments that ****** me away like a delicate, invisible bird. In front of your blue eyes, I am something unseen. In front of your blue eyes, I am a pile of feelings that are neither felt nor seen.