Let me talk about his graciousness.
His sure pace when he walks,
The crowd disperses without him even noticing.
Let me talk about his appearance.
Tall and handsom his built, the gentle hands
never bothering to make an unnecessary movement,
Never combing through his
hair. Waves of silver,
light blue fire: radiating from his eyes.
Let me talk about his voice.
Velvety, familiar strokes over your tortured ears,
foreign worlds, unfolded for you to join in.
Hard edges, cruel words that make you wince in
pain.
How, how shall I live without my daily heroine,
The possibility to meet him, motion of my being,
Oxigen of my life.