In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
Pablo Nerudaso I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
Pablo NerudaAnd when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
Pablo Neruda