To Read My History Life..

your tears are pearls.. and my blood is a soil.. your face is a full moon in a high sky... and mine is a pale in a deep earth... the sun is your guard.. and my guards are, wolfs... your sky is bright... and my desert is mirage... you living in my deep heart... while i live in a ruin distant lands... * * * * you are a woman, whom cutted up from my body.. cut up from my craziness... and a piece cutup from my mind... you are a lady whom read my history life... learnt my geographic life... and you knew how to hunt me, from my words.. * * * * you are a lady whom took herself create, from my hidden mind... you are the lady, and no like others... whom make me to lose a desire, to talk to other ladies.. you are a lady, whom have an encyclopedia about my desires.... and know-how about my systematic, and know about all my turning... and you are the lady whom knew as well my language inside me too.. you are the lady whom make me lost all my desires and logic... and made me illogical in this life.. and just make me think in her eyes.. * * * * you are the lady whom made the all: the infancy, and a manliness, and a elderliness, to bow under your foot... * * * * you are the lady of ladies.. you are the world... you are every beauty in my world... you whom make me happy.. sad... laugh.. cry... and every thing you did... so, ... how i could not to love you, , , , you are the lady whom i love...