Amo

I love the wind that teases us
when it plays through your hair
when you become a ballerina
to follow it with graceful steps.

I love when you run radiant
to throw yourself into my arms
when you become so small
to sit on my knees.

I love the setting sun
when it lays down slowly
but I love to hope naively
that it would ignite for us.

I love your reassuring hand
when I get lost in the dark
and your voice has the murmur
of the source of hope.

I love when your misty eyes
cloak me with your sweetness
and like on a feather pillow
my forehead rests on your heart