Find me where wine surrounds,
An airport and its buzzing engines.
Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,
Find faces to feel their praise.
I will love until eternity is torn apart,
We will love until paradise is what surrounds,
With violet scents,
And beauty’s dose of awe.
Safety is where I will find your touch,
Your lips is where I will land my own.
At an airport, where landings are general,
And your hair, I will run a hand
Through, like the running waves that guide
A man through the shapes of his own mind.
Love is the feeling to our universe,
Transferred in between time.
I want your lips, like the redness attached
To a petal from a rose;
Or like the blush just above your smile,
That has raised your rosy cheeks.
You’ll be my cure, will you not?
My pain shall fly away from this chest of mine,
As we embrace, and see that universe in eyes.
You will be my cure, and no one else
Shall take your place at my side.
Beautiful woman, holy and true,
I wield your hands like candles,
And take to the world no more disgrace.