India
Nouveau poète
In my heart
I hide it in my heart and nobody knows.
Like a precious stone, a valuable painting,
A rare, elating and disturbing feeling,
A fragrance I keep secret for my own dose.
A perfume I cannot live without it,
That arouses my senses as soon as I breath it;
And makes me travel far in my souvenirs
When my loneliness changes itself into tears.
It`s my craziness, my burning passion.
My addiction, my obsession, my perdition.
The object of my desires that steals my reason;
That makes me lose sight and dream awaken.
I hide it in my heart, it`s my prisoner.
So that I keep it for me, like a prayer;
To make it my domain, my territory,
My horizon line, my inside story..
I found it one night, seated close to the moon.
I coudnt help to look and steal it from her.
Its beauty seduced me , made me flutter,
Now i`m soaring for having it, my fortune.
I hide it in my heart, nothing more than that.
Cannot think about let it go, or i die.
If I have to be selfish or to lie,
I`ll do rather than share this love at first sight..
A flavor that exhales innocence of love,
And surprises my soul deep down of its abyss.
I `m surrounded by a sensual bliss,
When I feel it in me, inside my heart`s cove..
