Conquest of paradise

When I’m with you,
Nothing seems to be important anymore!
Nothing’s greater than your presence
Nor more pleasant than your touch.
Nothing’s sweeter than your smile,
Nor more melodic than your voice.
Noting’s more bluer than your eyes,
Nor more reder than your lips.

So I close my eyes
An listen to the silence arround me.
I see only the sky in your eyes,
Red wine on your lips
And the black velvet of your hair.
I hear only the melody of your words,
The strong beat of your heart
And your sweet respiration.

For a while, I feel I’m in paradise!
Together we won back what we lost a long time ago.