I love your hair

I love your hair one by one,
because passing them between your hands
feel the color of the wind
that lurks between you
on rainy days.

I love your eyes one by one,
deep as the memory of the trees
because I whisper
you love me forever.

I love the courage you have,
I like the way you approach
changing in recent 

I love your hands
white as milk cotton
on which will rest the morning stars,
the riconsegneremo
when we come to heaven.

I love what I am because of you,
if there is a God thou art the desire
as wheat without which
we do not see the wind.

I love your summer
putting off my winters
of that melancholy
of which I can not do without.