A mole in my hand

I will talk with you in my silences.
I will talk about my days and my smiles.
I will talk with you in my dreams,
Because you probably hear me from your beats.
I will talk about my sorrows, my laments,
I will talk about my conquests, my jealousy.
I will talk with you when walking my path.
I will count your silences, your winks.
I will smile at each of your flashes, because you're here with me, in my inner universe.
I do not see you, I can't touch you, I do not perceive your perfume, but I feel the scent of your soul in this, my living body.
My spirit has magic, has ties, has friends. My hands can hold you and you do not know that.
My soul travels every day with you, while you sleep, while driving, while you contemplate your morning dew.
I've seen you blush with me. I've seen you very much in love with your day and  very sad with your nights.
I have something inside when I write about you... nerves, anxiety, excitement, awe, joy... peace
You stand and walk away.
You suffer for those who love you.
You suffer for deciding and your witnesses.
If I could describe you I would say that you are a lily, full of meaning.
Looking for what you already found.
I hope your heart will not spill blood again. I do not want you to suffer anymore. I already got your life and if you find me again I'll be, I'll stay forever ...

Roxana