April 23, 2010

[Lorenzo]

Even the light of the setting sun
cannot dim the sparkle of your smile that burns bright in my mind.

When power of the cold winds at evening there yonder brushes on my face,
still i push forward, knowing and encouraged of your return, of your smile most beautiful.

Where can I go from your smile, can I hide from it.
I think not, I know not any place.

So I will surrender to your goodness, kind and gentle one.
You who longs for me as I long for thee.

So says I, my soul.