FOR POETRY

A whisper comes of your love where flowers shine in spring, your soul is a shade of pink, it illuminates the heart of my soul. Under a beautiful sun , our promise of love was born, with strokes I travel in the blue sky, your gaze is my romantic song. The lights of your beauty illuminate us at night, and kisses surround us, our secret's engraved high above. Your sweet laughter, the soundtrack of a hallway, like heroes of an open novel we cross all the valleys. Our story, drawn with joy, creates our episodes of love, we open hands to poetry, it is a caress of glances, beautiful beloved of my days you are the poet of my life.

Sunday's heat has arrived  with its golden rays full of love, the talking river wants to tell us, "I'm your friend, you are not alone, I am always with you". Your memory is stronger than oblivion I want to forget you, yet I remember you more, perhaps it's that I don't want to forget you, and how can I forget you if it was a whole life of kisses, of hugs, of highs and lows. While I am lost in thoughts, the water flows, it never stops, nor does it begin to weep because the river doesn't understand the love, the disappointments, the joy and happiness.

Do not believe me, if I tell you I forgot you, I have your name inside my heart among our memories. Do not believe me, not even a tear run down my face from the pain of every dark evening. Do not believe me , if you see a smile on my face hiding the nights that were ours. Trust the heart that sends you waves of love, it will find a middle ground between yours and mine. Trust your heart, it beats so painfully, you will hear it, my love, it's the rhythm of the notes, the rhythm of forgiving.

I think of each passing moment, like the rain from time to time, drops of water from the sea, much rain at midnight, without time to think, or look at the clock,  without time  to see  myself in the mirror child in the rain, there is only time to sleep and dream. For the currents  of memory  to travel  through the unconscious, a journey to inner city, to that unknown part where you can not  reach  awake.  Sleep is like a train moving through the forest, a journey through dark streets, bridges and hidden corners,  dazzling mountains, a city without shadows.  It is sailing  on the open sea  and waking  before the shipwreck, it is kissing you and not feeling your lips,   caressing you and letting my fingers  slip into your fullness, embracing you  in the void of light. I like the reality of matter feeling the sweetness in your lips,  blossoming the warmth  of your skin warming me from the cold,...

Your lips are an invitation  to the sweetest of secrets, bring a lightness that dispels all fear. With your subtle touch, the proof is revealed, you taste so beautiful, a soft watercolor. Your skin shines like wax, where the bee rests its entire life. In every smile, a ray of sunshine and joy, that softens my days, filling my empty soul. Time slows when you are near me, your floral scent is always my guiding light. A golden nectar, an enchanting essence in every word your lips sing, it's not just sweetness, it's a warmth that envelops me, sunlight that imprisoned me in perfect stillness. Your pure and simple touch, your kisses taste honey, I've always said so, enchanting my mind and bringing happiness to my heart and soul.