Two emeralds,
your eyes.
They drive mine crazy.
Two rubies,
your lips,
They make mine delirious.
All that is your image,
without hypocrisies.
Your image,
the image of the woman who is mine.
When I clasp your hands,
when I feel your breath,
the sky becomes a storm of stars,
of squiggles, of lights.
When you call me Love,
when you speak to me
with the simplicity
of everyday life,
I feel something
extraordinarily great.
You live in my heart,
you are my heart,
you are my happiness,
you are the happiness.
I don't know how this is possible,
I don't know if I deserve it,
but it is,
Love.
You live in my heart,
you are my heart,
you are my happiness,
you are the happiness.
I don't know how this is possible,
I don't know if I deserve it,
but it is,
Love.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 29.09.2013.
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