they are the pearls of my life, the equivalent of the last rose on earth.... the greater equivalent
Even when my body recovers from the hassles of the day, when all is still and clear does she enter my thoughts... at a time where I truly am at peace and with myself, I see her gentle smile and those ever so familiar eyes, the only ones in this green paradise capable of making me reminisce of that indescribable feeling... the one that kept me up at night walking through the streets of Cordoba yearning to see her.
It was my childish and naive hopes of love that made me scale walls with bloodied hands over peacefully slumbering heads... seeking the best way in which I could send her letters of my innumerable feelings for her, a thousand different versions of the word 'beautiful' of different languages and dialects and recite the poetry instilled in my heart to her... and once done I would blow her the Kiss of Midnight and then flee away into the darkness, and long for her the instant we parted...
The next night I would follow my way back to her by the trail of pearl shaped tears I would leave the night before, as they glisten against the midnight moon...
Let it be known, that I swear... I swear that I want no other no matter how perfect they are...
I will only and always desire her...
