no one like you

how sad would be
my Mondays, my Wednesdays and
those days when it's hard
to start and stay in tune
like a melodious
musical instrument
if your Sundays with me
did not exist
 
there is no time I want more
than the time we spend together
there is no other hand like yours
to hold mine
so that I can be
a little light in the universe
that crosses the street
walks through a park
sits at a table in a square
in a faraway city
to eat strawberry, mango and
lemon sorbet
 
there is no other voice but yours
to speak to me
your eyes, your smile
your gestures
to see me and make me feel
a little someone
who the sun sees and smiles at
 
there is no one to wait for
no one to hurry for
no one to run to
there is no one like you
with whom I'd rather be
to make me feel
alive, happy and loved
to the fullest