with tears or smile,

or the moments gone by;

with that heart racing from your sight,

or my colorless empty eyes, 

how do i think of you?

with your moonlit gaze,

or the silence of your eyes;

with those words unsaid,

or the stories denied,

how do i think of you?

with journeys that promised of meet,

or the glimpses, by rain deceived;

with roses so red and lilies so white,

or fading faces and heavy goodbyes,

how do i think of you?

You are beautiful,

but there is beauty all around ;

since the Sun tickles the sleepy flowers,

till the Moon up, lulls for all that is down.

You are full of love inside,

tinkering laughter and song and dance ;

and so is the World that lies,

in sorrows so fake and crafty nuance.

You are the thought that lingers away,

brings life to my life and perks to my feet ;

like the glittering sea of Orange dawn,

and a galloping mare in dreamy street.