With lilies by my side, and some red wine mixed in your spice
I lay on the bed to forget the day you left me,
with the sweet taste of your sweat on my lips, and sheets full of your perfume,
with your breath playing on my skin, maybe after a fortnight,
the goddess of sleep will come to me.
I waited through the night, but she did not arrive.
At the crack of dawn, I sensed I wasn’t alone,
my unborn daughter whispered to me,
of her desire to be a bride, you were the man she chose,
I was all red, and I rose with a smile.
I knew you were the one.
The cover photo was taken in Berlin, Germany.