A short love story to my soulmate Hélia

Sometimes, I'm lost in the hour trying to rhyme with a flower... I tell her this:

- Are you a bell that chimes with time when doors are open wide in a mere slide?

 "I don't know what to answer you" she says, "because I see glass in the dark at some park".

 I'm running in dreams without screams and you ask me this:

- Are you a lost script lost in the woods where we can sell books as fools without any tools?

 I don't know what to answer you since my heart beats faster and faster by your side while some flames pop out of your heart showing me true art.

 I run into some street with your hand held to mine for a while in an eternal smile.

 You continue asking me (and my head feels a bit hammered) 

- Do you believe in love running free when we're under some tree?

 We look at the hour, we observe a garden with statues as more than mere stones filled with energy in bones.

 I gaze into your eyes in eternal beauty and while thinking on the branch of some tree, I'm pretty sure that our love's free.