I live for spring in Your eyes.
I live for April on Your lips.
I live for Your breasts in my hands.
Not big, not small,
Just for my hands.
I live for your voice,
A voice that would shame even Chopin’s most famous works.
I live for your arms around my neck.
I live in the rays of the sun.
In time
When yesterday was today,
When today was tomorrow.I live for True Happiness…
–DuÅ¡an Stojković, Serbia
