You would know what I think

If you could see past the pink blouse,

You would know what I think.

If you could hear the fiery, lub dub of my heart,

You would know  what I think.

Remove your veil of obstinacy,

And look beyond the window.

If you could see through the lips,

You would know what I think.

If you had faith in your love as I do,

You could walk with me a while…

If you could see the colours I do, hugs I wait for, kisses I lip at,

You could paint the night with me a while…

If you want to touch the sky as I do, live the death as I do,

Then your desires would come alive.

Then, in my next life,

We could fly together for a while.