Converging to one

I hear your footsteps in our room,
A quiet singing of a melody I know...
Soft rustling of a cocoon unfolding,
Curls falling on your shoulders.

I see the eyes the color of bliss,
Of sleepless nights, sunsets and daybreaks.
The virtue and grace of your silhouette
Merging with a moonlight.

I hear your breath it’s hot and slow.
I see the beauty of your soul.
Our dance shakes the burning floor.
And I will be with you forever, whatever you will go.

Uneven breathing I feel not far away,
A head slightly bent to the chest.
A subtle shapeshifting is going on:
Two different beings converging to one.

I hear your breath it’s hot and slow.
I see the beauty of your soul.
Our dance shakes the burning floor.
And I will be with you forever, whatever you will go.