I attend every morning
To the show
Staring at you
At the moment
Of waking up.
I witness in front of you
The metamorphosis
Of the dragonflies
That lives
In your sleeping eyes
Every morning
When you clear up
The sky of dreams
With your tenderly breathe.
Screwed to me
There deep inside
A cloud wanders me
Around the room
Where you stay.
While the stars
Over there, above,
In their celestial vault,
Like ethereal dancers
Rotates to their rhythm,
The hope of loving you
As I love you
Very inside, deep inside,
It will remain me.
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