I love your dry, full of stories stones, your abandoned homes
I love your old olive trees, sweetest figs, lavender fields
I love the tiny forgotten flowers, growing out of the asphalt covers
I love the stubborn rocky wine yards, waiting for the broken hearts
I love salty skin, sticky hair, summer dresses, barefoot flair
I love the two of us, our laughter, our endless nights in passion
I love just there to sit, watching long days, so much quieter, so free,
I love the simplicity of it all, of life, of love, of us my dear
