Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

My love, I trust you, because you are something full of truth and clear as the sun. My love, I trust you as I trust my eyes and my hands. Be my eyes with which I see your blue eyes, and be my hands with which I caress your rosy lips.
My pure and clear love, you are a river, you are a moon, and you are a soft nighttime story. My love, how I trust you, I trust your words, I trust your looks, I trust your whispers and your gestures.
My beautiful love, how wonderful you are! How delicate, and how soft you are. And how much I trust you. My love, I trust you, so do you trust me?

Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.

I love your name, all its letters, and the way it's written.
You don't know how my heart rejoices just by seeing your name and its elegant pink image shining on my page.
Your name is the most precious and beloved of names. Without it, no day is beautiful, and my hours are empty.
When I see your name among the names, morning comes again, the sun rises again, the birds sing again, and joy glows in my heart once more.
I love your name, its details, its colors, and I love how it affects me and makes me happy.
When I see your name, I rejoice more, I am more elated, I dream more, I love you more, and I adore you more.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Your love is a summer flower drawn by a dreamy lover, gathering baskets of longing, carrying them on a horse's back, and sending them every morning toward your blue eyes.
Your love is a secret, a magical tale that resides on distant islands within me that only you can touch.
Your love is the joy of the morning. When it opens its eyelids, I melt into its breath like a wet bird, and I sail in your eyes without a boat toward oases of warmth where secret springs lurk.
Your love is a wild tale, a journey into the depths of the soul, upon whose branches lie colorful birds. I wish you could smell its captivating fragrance.  Your love is a secret, something I can't tell you.

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.

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.

I am the remains of a flower in a thirsty garden. I stretch my hand toward your flowing river, counting the moments of despair that fill me with a strange solitude that places me on a forgotten cliff.
I am here waiting for you, waiting for your rain; waiting for your call without hope or a whisper. I have nothing but this unforgettable solitude. Nothing but remains drowning in a strange silence and a strange distance.
Yes, I am the remains of a forgotten story. When I wake up in the hands of longing, I recite all the passionate poems. How I wish you would shine upon the remains of my thirsty fields. How I wish you would feel me one day, to touch with your hand what remains of me.