... so beautiful that I see myself next to him in bed on a sunday morning,
watching him sleep,
touching his skin with my lips so gently not to wake him up.
His lips moving slightly,
his eyes closed into a world of dreams
and his chest moving up and down,
like the silent waves of the ocean in the evening time.
A vision? no, an angel!
1 comments:
wow, wonderful poem! molto dolce!
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