Phoenix

Our love will be born again from its ashes just like a phoenix and will blossom like the most beautiful and scented spring that has ever spoiled the sleepy trees and hearts. It will flow like the calmest murmur of all the refreshing rivers and will amaze us just like the dance of the cherry blossom petals on the delicate wind-blows. As the summer rain warms our skins and senses so will our love.

And our love will create colourful explosions in our minds and under our skins. We will not be able to refrain ourselves from making every possible desire that our bodies can beg for, come true. And we will laugh with anger and cry with laughter. We will destroy and build and we will enjoy as one. Because our love will protect and adore us – it will let us nest under its breast. We will hug it and melt at its feet, while our hearts will beat as one, again.