I want to be a dream, that quietly settles by your side. I want to be a tree, from which love seeks its fruit. I want to be a breeze, that caresses your lips. I want to be sleep, that you fall into when dusk arrives. I want to be the morning light, when it pierces the veil of dreams and awakens within you then when you think of me. I want to be a clear spring, carrying a gleam of brightness in my heart. To be a safe arm, for the right path. I want to be your angel, faithful by your side. To be your light, your flame, a small shadow in your step.
