I wish I could be the wind
That caresses his skin
and goes slow through
his shiny curls.
Then I see the rain
Falling down slowly.
Landing on his forehead,
slowly going down his cheek
then keeps on falling
until it reaches his lips.
I think again:
I wish I could be the rain
That caresses his lips
as slow as it can
ignoring how time
just passes by.
And I think one last time...
I wish I could be anything
that involves the act of touch.
Then that way i can show him,
I can show him how much
I really love him.
And ask him:
If you only knew that I exist,
Would you want to be anything
that has contact with me as
much as I do?
In other words...
Would ou love me?
