I know she is waiting by the river, she has been waiting for so long that her heart has convince her that he's only a dream, but like lava from the deeps of a volcano he will be overheated and pressed until he will be converted in hers burning forever diamond.

Tears in your face, tears of despair,
slowly down your cheeks they fall
with all the moisture of great pain
that you don’t share for being alone,
suddenly, unprepared to the punch
that life treat you again once more,
little poor thing that didn’t deserve
so many times to get many a shook
by cruel misfortune that don’t gave
place to that ever dreamed, his love.

Because to you I was just a dream
that the years covered with words
telling you, that for you an illusion
will stay an illusion in this world
until one day will be find yourself
back hundred of years on that walk
by the river, where the stars spied
your naked self on the wet ground
waiting from my arrival, wanting,
not just a kiss, but from me…all.

Summer, the blackest velvet skies,
and as myriad of stars watched us
drank through my eyes your beauty
and I became very drunk doing so
when a temblor when on your skin
as I very slowly my dress disrobed
and your eyes whispered in the ears
that your dream exited for you saw,
and then I bent down to cover you
with burning desire from the lost.

My little poor thing that had waited
that return so very excruciating long,
wake you from that dream to reality
as I went deeper and deeper non stop
driving us to exquisite carnal ecstasy
mixed with pain, tears and explosions
of primal screams, abysmal pleasures,
embracing each other like two lovers
that couldn’t be pulled apart by any
cruel or desperate unloving force.