Inadvertently

Inadvertently, can not help but gently push open the window, howling wind and a dash of cold, deep of the night is still no feeling of moonlight, the piece is still eager for the tireless stream flowing, like me lonely blood vessels in the flowing blood, no blood temperature. Years of chasing the dust, searching for a romantic feel with your tenderness you live in my vicinity, and perhaps a green dew on the grass, or on an inconspicuous flowers the bees, all these years wheel friction over the graceful elves of the colorful world of messy to my eyes, no place to capture my fly thread. 
There is no question quietly confident of their own inner definition, do you take the dash of my heart, can be my only, I store in your heart in a dash, your heart can become the only , your shadow getting in my mind in the vague, almost no outline of your smile, like this blur of the world, points are not clear their appearance. Quietly savoring the flowers around, seems to have a life of endless spiritual knowing me, they fit to the natural and quiet, and orderly reluctant to mess with, cling to each other and not feel crowded, and that sweet feeling that has the aftertaste, with green, with yellow, glittering with Spring, so I feel I should get this touch pro, get so quiet warm embrace, I should be vested in the flowers. 
I think you do not know what it had, the love of believers, or fuzzy words of love, or just a monotonous spirituality. Perhaps it has always been a promise of endless jokes, but as I have withdrawn when the drama, as I find depends on weight, a constant temperature of emotions I bloody. The joy of solitude, loneliness comfortable, monotonous leisure, silent and elegant, but only with her to share the feelings that transitory man, but she has left here to go to a smoking city, I have simply used the water and the reflection of the dialogue with a smile , sit and sing, never drunk looking for the taste.