What makes me love you,

in this inexplicable connection

while in you sleep I would kidnap your heart?

 

For one of your kisses I would die if necessary...

a warm kiss on the thin thread of dawn,

there close to your soul

 

What makes me love you,

without offering me anything,

just these nights of memories,

leaving your footprints in the most quiet way?

 

What makes you a desirable dream?

You invade me, soak me, burn my reason,

get into my body,

reincarnating the monologue of my dreams

 

There is no way not to feel what I feel,

that I love you with the most diaphanous feeling

 

What makes you love you?

 

© Noris Roberts