I love you


may my hands go through your golden hair
my precious
your eyes are so deep and blue
that I would like to cool my soul in them
how tender you are
longing to kiss your full lips
I’m biting on my underlip
because you are so far far away
you know
I’m not perfect
but you are
my angel
don’t try to be someone else
than yourself
I love you

I’ve seen a lot of Beauty-Faces



I’ve seen a lot of beauty-faces
but never such a face like yours
has crossed my way
it’s the face of a mystic
like I assume Clara would have looked like
cleared by a lot of life
looking at you heals and wounds me at the same time
your play is amazing and awesome
watching the change in your play of features
is for me as fascinating as looking out of my window
observing the permanent change of light and darkness
the flying clouds and birds in the sky
from one sec to another your eyes seem to promise everything
flirting and kissing
you know the whole range of femininity