From the air of the moving bus's embrace,
I felt the joy within your voice,
Calling gently the ostrich in its space,
Your soul anchored to love's ardent choice.
Nostalgia for the days gone by,
Of laughter and flirtatious afternoons,
Of fears and hatreds that once did fly,
Now transformed into radiant comets' tunes.
In your tender sweetness, I did find,
The blazing desire to relive once more,
The adventure of lovers, steadfast, entwined,
In sorrow or empty places, hearts did store.
Where love had fallen upon deaf ears,
And souls now drift in rivers wide,
Without purpose, amidst their tears,
In your voice, my name, I could confide.
In your voice, I heard my name's sweet sound,
And in response, the joy that I've always found.
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