Painting warm

You wake up, you should stay
Is it a bad day, I’m asking
I see several lonely voids
In search for a fresh pearl
I love them, your eyes sweetly crack
I love like
I touch your skin
This is mine, this is mine, this is mine
When your dream is sad
This is mine, this is mine, this is mine
 
When I look at your charming gestures I love them
You blow me, sugar cane
You’re perfect, a good saint
I love them, your eyes sweetly crack
I love like
I touch your skin
This is mine, this is mine, this is mine
When your dream is sad
This is mine, this is mine, this is mine