Your eternal love as a nacelle of the Summer.

I never thought that after so many dark days, hiding my sadness behind the happiest smile you can imagine for a love that I thought would be eternal, but lasted less than what lasts a nacelle in the middle of summer, those who squirt your fingers if you neglect for a Time.

Is that they can spend years of storms but at some point comes the calm, that lets you see the sun if you have noticed, that fills you with energy with new hopes, and as the calm comes also someone who appeases your storms of love with new opportunities, with new desire to believe that this time the ice cream lasts a little longer, because the last storm taught you that nothing is forever.