I will win your heart by my sense of liberty.
My love for wanderings and simplicity.
Like a tired traveller in a deserted land
Needs water, you need me as your loving friend.
You will light a spark under my long eyelashes,
Inhale the salty fragrance of my hair, Goodness gracious,
Hear my tales composed of a million words,
Portraying the summits, weird flowers, rare birds.
We shall ascend a sunlit plateau and dream
Of the wandering wind, odorous herbs and a gurgling stream.
The confession will awaken the feeling of deja vu,
My taste of life will be transfused into you.
