I surrender

as I did it before, but not knowingly,

in your love, I surrender over again;

the stars' nectary are your words

and diaphane touch, your perfume;

infinite miracles recite your soul

and fruity passion, your dreams' sap;

veils of melodies are your chic smile

ripened in my thrills, night and day;

a wondered vibe is your good night,

and bubbly wine, your mornin' gaze;

your love, held me, holds me and

will still hold me, between your lips;

now hug me, kiss me, take me home;

home is you, in my dreams, sure thing;