Promise me
you'll
paint the horizon
with
september colours
and autumn
scents.
Dress me
with red
golden leaves
and make
dance in your arms
as if I was
a newborn bird who lost its mother.
Promise me
you'll be
my shelter
and my
home,
my lover,
and my friend.
Stay inside
me,
forever and
always,
because
without you,
days are
grey
and nights
are pale.
Stay...
Because
melodies of surrender
are made at
nightfall,
and those
miracles only happen
when
soulmates like us
are around.
©Graça Costa
imagem da web
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário