Undo my clothes,
close your eyes and surrender.
Hide all the pain
I've ever inflected on you.
Hide how much you hate me
and let me love you,
so I'll love your hate as well,
and all you've ever fighted for and against.
Surrender, my little brother
unwittingly bend on your knees
knowing I own you, my lover,
escape from the fact we need each other.
...*...
I'd love to lie to you. I'd love to say 'this is just a whim, but I don't really care'.
The fact is I do... I wish I didn't, but I can't help it.
You eclipse all my art, and not because of some unjustified reason; if not because you can conceibe what I dream of, and create what I believe in.
You're some kind of mirror, but you don't reflect what I am... if not, what I want. What I desire. What I need.
...*...
TO ESYA.