FOR POETRY

I let a dream blossom  deep within your heart,   like a flower in a garden,   allowing its fragrance   into your sweet smile.   On the balcony of hope,  your words rustle softly,   mingling with inner whisper   to hold the burning fire   to your aspirations.   Your heart,  armed with courage,   sings a new song  with melodious notes,  tracing  the path where  you can set out to find   the dream you ardently desire.   A romantic movie  has been  born at the heart  of your own story .

 It’s whispering I don’t feel like it, while your feet keep walking. It’s laughing when your soul forgot what laughter sounded like. It’s answering the phone because love is calling, not because pain is leaving. Trust me, it’s hard to build through the life. Some days the only thing holding us together is our quiet love, just help me make it  through today and everyday. And somehow, if you see me smiling, understand something, I’m not pretending, I’m building breath by breath .

You came so slow and walked in quiet,   like you’d been living  between my breath and my heart. You are the softness after the storm,   the name I always call when the room gets too still.   You see the parts of me  that I hide from the mirrors,   and you don’t look away. If pain was my shadow,  you are the light that stayed, and in staying you became   the one after my heart,   the reason it remembers  how to beat without fear.

Perhaps my love isn't so real!  Perhaps it's a strange love,  or perhaps I don't long to be near your body, but near  your dreams, to open a path for them; yet, in my poems, I hasten to declare my love to you  every day, without forgetting your tears. Is it worth it  to speak to you of this love? Especially the one that reached me in autumn and in the moments of my life. How I long to love you! To taste your love,  to celebrate your beauty in the clarity of rainy days. Here, I hasten to acknowledge  all that is put forward; it is absolutely necessary! Even if  you don't understand me; if you could dream of us together, of nights lost in our dreams; wouldn't I have seen your eyes? Perhaps, my love, it isn't so nostalgic, but rather a serene love, relatively new.

  I saw you that afternoon  in the dead of winter,  the cold lashed my face,  my loneliness stretched to infinity. Suddenly you appeared, out of a fairy tale, curious moon gazed at you, your voice's sharpening mysenses. You appeared and I could not believe it, my imagination soared, you are my moonlit dreams, my magicans and my truth. You are my great unexpected love, what I've always dreamed of, my autumn breeze and my sweet soulmate. Day by day you win me over, your love warms my soul, I fill my gentle happiness with your kisses.

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.