Do you like that I get up?

You look me as if you invite me to get up,
and certainly I want to do it.

Which are desires that you hidden,
on the attic that is your heart?

In spite of your smile,
always you receive me among of the silence,
but your eyes invite me to get up.

I want to climb you,
with stairs or without they,
because I don’t need feet,
you have given wings me.

When I arrive to home at night
I will want to get up you
and later on I like get down so, so happy

Do you like that I get up?