The weight of the wind, the smell of the rain
The brush of the air against my skin
The prick of sunny rays inside my eyes
Everything to feel, except your love
The drop of a needle, the sweep of the dust
The fluttering of wings from birds far away
The echo of silence, like in a tomb
Everything to hear, except your love
The faint morning moon, the bright morning sun
The burst of colors in earth, sky and sea
The beauty in nature, in art and creation
Everything to see, except your love
Its pain and tears, sorrow and woe
Everything I get to get your love
Its pain and tears, sorrow and woe
Everything I get, except your love
#Wattys2015
