From the bottom of my heart, my soul lair,
Where my love for you brought forth the flame, which shine
Magistrale thirty years
sun-drenched our two lives merged
I have a confession to make: you art all my life.
And always in the morning while still asleep, huddled
You, trusting in the crook of my arm,
So I feel your heart beating against me. It
pace my mind tends to make me bohemian.
My lips to your ears open on this poem
intoxicated by the idea to tell you I love you.
February 2010
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