We protect this sweetness with the care of a fleeting excuse Free from any pretext bound only to a candid joy. Different thoughts envisioned upon a canvas Tracing a line to meet our deepest desire To look at it as one gazes into a mirror And fill our eyes with a sudden burst of colors. Let us meet in the room of an abandoned house And let the warmth escape through the open windows Only to cover the days ahead with opaque curtains. Promise not to leave our bravery in the dark For we look after this fragile sweetness Weaving petals just to soothe the fear. Different ellipses suspended upon the pen Written softly never to be recited aloud Letting the ink stain the very tips of our fingers. A labyrinth of whispers that time cannot undo Where the echo of your steps is the northern light that guides me. We sketch a truce upon the air to save us Disarming the distance with the very tip of a thorn. Let us meet in the room of an abandoned house, And let the warmth escape through the open windows, Only to cover the days ahead with opaque curtains. Promise not to leave our bravery in the dark, For we look after this fragile sweetness, Weaving petals just to soothe the fear. Fingers still stained, the gaze upon the mirror... Sweetness is safe, beneath the wing of silence.
