As the waves crash upon me,
like little ants running from a kid
my feelings rose above it all,
and spilled with blood my letters fall,
under a garden full of rocks.

"Live and let die" she said,
"Die in my arms" he said
"Little we know of where we´ll end
accept my arms as a start"

A soft cool wind kissed my left cheek,
and your soft red lips touched the other
"Who will be my Valentines next year" i asked
"The next one you will meet"