ON YOUR ENCHANTMENT
How much heat your arms give off
and of which I cannot do without,
when you hold me and burn in me
the craving to stay glued to you.
How much youth you are for my heart;
fountain of eternal youth that
takes it away from fatal anguish;
how much breath you are for me,
fragrance of your soul
that gives me life.
Keep making me dream
because I feed on your enchantment
and in your eyes do not give up
because inside you
forever I want to fly.