you are the guiding moonlight, in nights where i can barely see,
when my own sun fails me.
you are my cool and gentle wind, in days of suffocation,
when the air runs thin.
you are everything i love, in everything i see.
you are the calm sound of water, down in Venezia's Rialto,
where we kissed like we were free.
you are my only piece of Heavenly peace,
that's always waiting for me.
you are every holy thing, in every piece of me.
you are the golden kiss of a soft sun's goodbye,
the relief of putting my rage aside.
you are my beacon, my lighthouse,
when i'm drowning out at sea.
you are my belladona, my divina,
the one i love most ardently.
