THE LITTLE HOUSE OF OUR DREAM

I passed by the little house we designed one day.
It is as sweet as a Mozart song. So we say.

You were by my side, holding my hand.
Your green eyes smiling with forgiveness in our land.
For loving and loving me so much
without demanding love from me as that much.

I curled up in your lap like a child in need
of affection and protection and you agreed.
I hid behind your blond hair that the wind
insisted on messing up, oh crazy wind,
just to leave me unprotected to make me bleed.

The house colored in ochre, salmon, yellow,
strong colors, was as always pulsating marshmallow
with sweetness as we used to say to our fellows.

My legs were shaking and my heart ached
like never before, in the longing that came
from the desire to see you for real in the lane
and to have you close to protect me, perfect lady,
from insane illusions full of sin. Yes, insane.

I didn't know I loved you so that much.
The little house of our dreams, was too much.
Even without being built, it was already shining.
Solid and eternal in this love all combining.
Come back and help me. Without you I'm collapsing.