Dense, Delicate, and Obviously, Rhymed.

There was a silent wind watching you,

and I walked slowly to kiss you.

There was a desire happening in the air,

as if time were sweetly coming to touch you.

There was a growing glow in the background,

and I saw, deeply, your gesture approaching.

There was a murmur I could see,

almost gently asking to kiss you.

There was, eternally, a way of being,

and I saw your body vaguely pulsing.

There was a secret difficult to tell,

but easy, so easy, to finally kiss you.

There was a slow dawn in the world,

and I saw, intensely, your shadow dancing.

There was a silence that wanted to live,

and in it I tried, sweetly, to kiss you.

Suddenly, there was a gesture breaking through,

and I saw your name clearly shining.

There was an echo I could see,

calling my face to kiss you.

There was a way of suffering in time,

and I secretly saw your laughter escaping.

There was a perfume hard to forget,

that came slowly to kiss me.

There was, eternally, a trembling sky,

and I saw, deeply, your chest vibrating.

There was a desire I could see,

almost urgently asking to kiss you.

There was a way of understanding in the gesture,

and I saw, delicately, your voice landing.

There was a glow that insisted on being,

like an invitation to kiss you.

There was, gently, a world burning,

and I saw, lingeringly, your gaze calling.

There was a secret I could see,

born the instant I kissed you.

There was, in the end, a way to be reborn,

and I saw, finally, your body resting.

There was a silence that wanted to say

that everything exists only to kiss you.