It is a year since I saw myself:
grey thoughts, dry emotions
tired desire, fragile longing
left myself alone.
Finally, in the wind, there's a news
of yours came last night;
I never thought
life could be a miracle-
the last sigh hit my heart
after turning several rounds inside
became bold like storms:
all desires became swifter, all wavering
the youth inside became soft, blowing.
Ah, your voice!
still young, soft, swift, appealing.
I have forgotten my age
Time has become ageless
'Forever in Love', I return to my youth
Is it the body alone? never ought to be
we never get old, full of love within
in love itself, I find in your voice