language of verses

While I speak the language of verses,

she falls tenderly asleep,

her cheek has found the peace of spring, 

her body poses in a dream of her being.

Her eyes at the hour of the stars

under the cover of her skin,

she is taking up the slope of fables

and I obey to her distant signals.

It's always the snow ball outside,

she joined the night in her adorable arms,

I see her hand moving her mouth 

and I ask to myself

why she remains like the steps of silence?

Does she escapes from her childhood

to this secret country forbidden to my steps,

I am beside her like a willow that trembles,

I 'm desperately afraid of the sleep of her eyes.

Of her heart that I listen to

the Love stops in her dreams, 

and gives me back her conscience 

in this marvelous patience.