Love burns inside

I look at the prepared breakfast

it urges me to take it first

so good looking in the tray

my taste stays in the mouth

the breakfast plate and love

"not far away from my heart", I believe

it makes me strong

and sings a love song

it reminds me of our days together

we glided near

had a warming breath

with so much affinity and faith

love urge burns inside

and decides

not to look at

but simple hunger is caught

love is dear

so is the capacity to bear

for the breakfast

and for the love to last