Ioanna,Ioanna, was it really you Ioanna,
Your love is touching my heart like a jazz song on a late chilly night.
Fully unpredictable like the next tone.
My heart still longs for your fresh smell,
for the way you
carry yourself,for the sparkle in your eyes,
for the immeasurable joy you bring to my soul,
for all the unsaid and unlived moments,
I might not remember your face,
but my heart sure does
if you are still out there, please rush through
fire so I make you bloom like a flower.