You are my burning desire to the soft touch and tender eyes. . . . You are my longing to the rainy days. . . When the eyes of heaven shed little soft tears from the worried restless clouds, to ease the burning, dry and tender wounds of earth, like all passionate mistresses do. . . And im your lips, when your words freez. . . You say nothing, and i wouldn't know if You're listening to my soul that is melting into words for you, or You're just starring into the nothingness of the empty far, and the words just drop dead to the ground in the journey to the heart. . . . Thats how loving you is so near hating you. . . Thats how the feeling of being alive, is so close to being dead. . . Thats how i am, near you. . . . Maxim . . Best regards to sarah for keeping these words for me.