Stare. Straight in her eyes. Every time. Same thirst. She laughs widely. Embraces your own look. One more joy. Adds value.
Unresolved questions. Fill neutral time which goes on with no significance. Until it brings you to my life.
You put the rules. You let the joy burrow like the light at the crack. You keep the dream alive.
You get in and out in life without my key of mine. Easily. You do not ask. You know. You do not search. There is the human stigma. You have the Great Heart. It can find it everywhere.
You live with crumbs. A gaze. A couple of words that weren't even a greeting. You feel lucky. Lets you breath. Free. With no thoughts. Not looking for magic. Just enjoying the privilege of seeing her.
Whatever the motion around me makes no sense. The hours get shorter. Nothing important is happens. Colourless images. Life is missing. When I do not see you.
Monopolizes the image. Installed thought. They are not aware of hours and priorities. The tasks, abandoned, are waiting for their turn. They rule your breath. Inhale - exhale. A libation to your guardian angel.