It Makes Me Dream

When I hear his voice saying I am his love,

The word love turns into a lance,

That fast invades my mind,

Going through my inner,

Staying in my heart as a hot coal.

When I hear his voice saying cuddle with me,

It touchs me

Till the bottom of my heart

It sounds like a music

That forever I want to listen

When I hear his voice saying bye,

I feel a shudder invading my soul,

Drying my lips,

And like a fountain spring,

Bringing the tears to my eyes

His voice makes me smile,

It makes me cry,

It makes me think,

It makes me love him...

Again and again.