I will recite for you love poems when the night goes unconscious and lonely.
I will hold your surfaces when the storm irritates your soul.
I will criticize the sun for sensing your soft white skin.
I will escort you, stalking your shades, whispering I love you when the wind breathes in you.
I will spill my soul in a flower vase, where you relax on that porch, waiting for your lovers to appear, giggling under your balcony.
I will be your falling tears when you get sad, your laughter when you become happy.
I will be your pain, your agony.
I will be yours, all the time.
I will always appear in your mornings, and I will decrease in your twilights.