I need my lips to reach your kiss,
my mouth to taste that holy bliss.

I need to say my love is true,
my words to tell all this to you.

I need to hear your whispering voice,
my ears to enjoy that silent noise.

I need my mind to open up,
my hopes to climb the highest top.

I need my soul to reach the sky,
my heart to dream that I can fly.

© Boa Berg
1999