Το χαμόγελο σου, σαν μια Κυριακή σε μια δύσκολη βδομάδα.
Your eyes, like two high mountains that fill me with fear and peace.
Your lips, like two rivers coming together just before they reach the sea.
Your voice, like the sweetest melody ever written.
Your body, on mine - breaking, like a wave on a breakwater.
Your smell, like the lemon trees that blossom and scent the neighborhood every March.
Η καρδιά σου, σαν να θέλω να χτυπά δίπλα στη δική μου.