I look at the picture you just gave me,
A reflection in two dimensions instead of three, four or more,
I look at it, watch it ... almost scan it,
I see the emotions in your eyes,
but there is no sparkle to light my fire ...
I see a five o'clock shadow on your chin,
but your beard is not growing ...
I see your wonderfull smile,
but I don't feel its warmth ...
I see your handsome body,
but it doesn't move ...
I see your beautiful wavy hair,
but the wind doesn't play with it ...
I see your chest through your open shirt,
but your smell doesn't reach my nose ...
I see you
It's a image
Indeed, it is JUST an image
Almost a good-bye present,
As if we were not to see each other ever again.
Almost an insult,
As if my heart couldn't remember you.
So ...
I look in my heart
I don't see your look ... I feel it
I feel your piercing eyes inside of me
I feel the window to your soul opening ...
I feel your kindness
Your tenderness
Your love
I feel the softness of your skin,
but also the sandpaper effect of your beard.
I feel the sensuality of your lips,
always moving if no in words, in kisses.
I feel your bodyheat and the energy it releases
I feel your fragrance tickling my nostrils
That's what I feel when I look in my heart ...
Then I look in your eyes ...
Oh no, not the ones on the picture
The ones which are just in front of me
I look into your heart and your soul
I see so much love,
So much feelings,
So much kindness.
I feel intoxicated with happiness,
Each time I look at you
Each time I see you for the first time again
Each time I discover new things
With each look I feel loved
I feel special
I feel happy ...
So ...
I look at the picture one last time
I think it is not good enough
I think it is not you enough
And I tear it to pieces ...
While looking in your eyes
Alain