There’s something inside you that can’t be quite touched.

It’s shielded by the outside forces of your faint heart.

Lover, what kind of horses that plunge through your veins?

How fierce are they?

Lover, what kind of flowers that blossom in your heart?

How colorful are they?

What kind of demons that attack the ships of your soul?

How dark are they?

What lies asleep inside the treasures of your chest?

How many nightmares hunt them?

Lover, what waters your eyes in the late twilight of night?

What makes you heart ache with joy and sorrow?

Is it the promise of another tomorrow?

Lover, let your heart beat inside my chest.

Let your soul solace my soul.

Let my eyes watch over you.

Let my hands go over you, healing everything within the reach of a touch.

Let our being be a comfort.

Let our existence be harmonious.

To each other, and to all.