The Song I Sing

If you want something from me,
steal the song I am singing
because this is how I love you.
All my cares are folded like a sweater
awaiting tomorrow's chill.
My words always wait for the wind
to numb your love.
If you want something from my heart
you can take my song
and let it serenade you.
Let's extinguish the candle,
brave the cold
and fill the four seasons with our sweet love.
This will be our Utopia.
We will be one

Fotios Panos
from my Poetry Book Shakespeare in the Jungle