Nada Em Vão

Nothing in vain
In the space between me and you
In the silence a scream
The yes and the no

Here then
That piece of me
That is only yours
Is intent without
So much intention

When I see you
Looking at me like that
Seeing in me
What I see in you
What reason
Is to measure the immense of thirst
If the sense yields
To the sensation

Illusion
Is the garment that
Makes you turn
That involves me and pours
Affection and zeal
When I see you
Looking at me like that
Seeing in me
What I see in you