Platonic

What would it be to walk around,
to feel your eyes beyond the light,
to see your smile in real life?
Are your lips soft?
or it is just my romantic mind,
dreaming aimlessly on a warm mountain?
Here I am
facing the wind,
wishing you were by my side.
Maybe I am not right,
but baby,
would you be my tourist guide?

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