Seventeen B
Look at me and
You will understand that nothing can save me.
Look at me and
When your eyes meet mine
It will be the first and last time you will feel something like this.
I propose that you give me
the gift to give you
The foam of the sea,
The lost gaze on a hill,
The laughter of a toothless old man who has already enjoyed life.
The creaking of dry leaves on a child’s feet in the middle of autumn,
My sincere smile and without conditions,
The perpetual embrace of your soul; And it filled with happiness,
Fused in kisses and in the bodily heat that inert calls us to promise us much more.
Your existence for me
is the key that open all the doors,
And I, with the soul hanging and the body immobile of so much feeling,
Want to give you what nobody ever gave you.
On a gold platter,
And with the psyche between the fingers,
Aware that I surrender to you
A jangle that can lulls to sleep to anyone;
And fairy tales,
Fairies
To whom the wings vibrate
For the only echo of your voice.
Look at me.
And let me give you the moon in a clear sky
Where you just look at me.
I promise it will only be yours, like me,
And we will share the joy of having met.
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