A Man In The Mask

I just moved away from chaos. I haven't noticed holding your hand as I walk through the darkest ground. It's the Renaissance!

Renewed from speculations that I have died in your hands, dazzled...but everything fell into pieces just perfect in time.

I was wondering how you smile, how your kisses blush that rosy pat on my chicks.

It is addictive, it is mine. 

I was hoping even for something special, but worth than what I have wished for is more than enough.

Overwhelmed and liberated! My soul has flashed away with remorse, I love more, I appreciate more, I cherish things more and I became triple the way I see things to adore.

Every little thing to me now is valuable like never before. I learned to forgive easily, I seldom regret, and if I do I cherish the time I have shed a tear or two.

I acquired your visions, it is wonderful, it is immeasurable. Like how it sees things, how it values things larger than life. It is a fountain of youth, the mystery of Monalisa's smile, the missing da Vinci Code, the moving Titanic we hold.

Everything is bigger, everything is unforgettable. I'm into it and never in doubt even if they scrutinize it.

This is genuine, this is for real. Now that we're moving a drift away from the past. For now, the day has come and is over, I would honor you more than a man in the mask...