¡¡¡ A TENDER POEM FOR THE BELOVED WOMAN !!!

Road over sequences

admiring patterns everywhere,

rain touches my skin and breaks into elements,

the song of the birds fragments in frequency.



The tones that describe the evening

they break into a series of spectra,

the same letters authors of immortal poems,

they become variable in my hands.



I break everything I feel, I look, I play and I listen,

But for some reason,

I can feel the warmth of your kisses,

look at the coffee in your eyes,

touch the softness of your skin,

listen to the sweetness of your voice,



You unify everything that surrounds you,

you give beauty what I have broken,

to reach me as a whole .....

My everything, just to take me

and unite in the whole.