i've seen her there, so little
i've ruined some tears
from eyes, to skin of my face,
maybe even to the floor.
she ran to me , with her arms ,
undressed and hangin' on my shoulders.
the look of her childish eyes,
blowing an ocean of happines ,
to anyone whom sight she catch .
i could stay there, on my knees ,
only for seconds counted
like travelling trough the mist.
i'd die for her to be happy.