It is probably the way she shines..
Or the way I feel she’s mine..
The little shrug with one shoulder..
Or her smile..
At the sunflowers field..
Is it the bravery with which she sees the world?
Or her kindness..
And her muffins..
I felt her joy when she told me about the stars..
Where she belongs..
I wonder, how often can I fall in love?
One more time..
From the beginning..
Blow away the dust over your heart..
And be brave..
Surrender to her beautiful moments..
Drop the calculations..
There are no maps for love..
nor destinations..
Pack for the journey..
Get rid of expectations..
and your nihilism..
and sail!