Goddess of The Breeze's Letter: Cold Air in the Early Morning.

Dear Gavriélle,

Those eyes describe what my hearts desires,

Of finding home geographically and spiritually,

And all the emotions that come with this, high & low.

Gavriélle,

I can feel the resonance of your voice in the air.

Your restless voice leads me to a wonderfully intimate and rich depth of sound,

And the result? A stunning structure and tone.

My Gavriélle,

Is it appropriate to disarm the beauty inside you?

Your color transforms into a colorful Aurora,

It translates to a beautiful music form.

Gavriélle,

Hear my beating heart,

Swimming in sweet currents of blue,

Reverberating textures,

You are a melody that goes with the flow.

Hold my hands, feel my veins,

You live there in my blood, drowning,

It's like, there’s a sixth sense that you are always around,

Waiting to enter my life though you already did.

Melodies change,

Your brain rapidly picks up speed, 

And the full beauty is uncovered.

You turn yourself towards the light.

You are my home in the light,

Making it impossible to see its source.

Because you are able to live life to the full and harvest an emotional response,

Even though you were composed so long ago.

You are an exploration of my faded memories.

A unique instrumental,

With a certain nostalgia and melancholy,

You are a music to me.

Thank you, for creating this feeling elegantly.

Thank you, for being a man who has a deep emotional attachment with your woman.

Thank you, for being here.

Thank you, for loving.

I fell for you like autumn leaves.

I love you like a perfect set of orchestrated sounds that is almost impossible to recreate,

Ever-fascinating to listen to.

Please, hold this moment now and forever.

You are Gelos, the spirit of laughter,

Because you divine personification of it.

Don't be afraid of my scars,

Because I've been trying to describe the way it feels,

That I finally, I finally found a person like you.