There’s a sky of love behind her black pearled eyes
Her essence I carry on a printed drawing
In the distance I can see you reflected
While looking at your photograph in night’s presence
Your smile and eyes close to my heart
Your long black hair beautiful in sight
The memories it stirs when I see it
Raging tears from the serenade sky
I wish I could transport myself to your window
At the peak of the night moon’s wrinkles
Your tan young skin on my dreams
Your magnetic lips waiting to be kissed
The chirping birds in the early morning
Since I was staring at your picture solely
Your locked fears and soothing skin
I am banned from breathing your perfumed bliss
Why?
Because all I have is a photograph to see…