All My Dreams Are Of You

I love you as the sun promises its light,

with each rise, when there is dew on the grass,

and the moon is beneath us.

I love you as certainly as the soil that blooms life,

with every colour,

and every fragrance,

of soft petals and green leaves.

I love you as sweetly as the softest peach

and the tallest tree,

as gently as the turn of a page,

as effortlessly as the words written upon it,

and as closely as my head is against your chest,

for the fragments fo your soul and mine are one and the same;

each time our eyes meet,

each time we speak,

it is enough for me to love you as surely as the sky

and at night I do not dream of things without meaning

because all my dreams are of you.