She is perfect,
she perceives.
The moon, there is no distance.
To Our love.
I look in the mirror at love, i see the end.
Beyond love there is peace.
The wind, messenger of Aphrodite
Some Quake, look at the sun,
Lookingat at the blue wall and thinking if I heard the message from the god olimpus i could have you in my arms,
and many colours.
Vincent Silvertop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-203/
