Something, that has no name

I have some thing inside,

I have more things inside,

I have a passion inside,

which has no color,no size,no number,

I have something inside,

which has got no name,

and I dont know, how to call  it.

Darling im jelousing,

even to the shadow of mine,

when im thinking about it,

I descover something inside,

and I  don't know how to call it.

When love is not happening,

it is like snow inside of your heart,

 I have something with no-name,

and i don't know how to call it.

But when it is happening,

even the snow is turning into a hot sun,

inside of your heart,because

there is an awaitings for years,

and it has got no-name,

and I don't know how to call it.

When the night will come,

and when the moon will appear,

With its shadows we will dance under it,

Will try to find a name for it,

But now I have,I have

something inside of me,

and I don't know how to call it,

It's a shadow of a nightm

It's a passion of a time,

It's a memory of a pain,

It's a feeling with no-name.

And when the snow will be turned into the rain,

when the warm will appear,

and when we will win the time back,

our hearts will be in touch again,

and we will win it back again,

through the drops of the rain,and their sounds.

They will make a noises for it,for us,

And I will find out how to call it,

what was inside as a shadow of a night,to it.

what was like a passion of a time,to it,

what was like a memory of a pain,to it,

before that i'll call them  a feelings with no-name for it.

28.03.25

Di Maria