Valentinesday
You look at me with your honey-colored eyes, that honey you smear on my lips when you kiss me. My skin bristles with that contact and caress your hair with snowflakes that melt with the soft rays of the morning sun. We are cheek to cheek and I whisper to the ear: I love you ...
You surround my waist and hug me, stroking my face and softly running your warm fingers on my lips. The aroma of the hot coffee enhances that intimate moment and the winter wind hits the window glass of the kitchen. You tell me: I love you ... just those two words, everything else we build with our kisses, caresses, silences, sweet and sincere words.
And all the simple moments that make our happiness: walk in the summer sunsets, sit in front of the fireplace wrapped in our favorite blanket, go to buy chocolates, and be companions, friends, lovers and lovers. Every day we give this gift that Is our love ... And every day you wake me with a rose and a kiss. That's all I want.
©Patricia Picardi
You look at me with your honey-colored eyes, that honey you smear on my lips when you kiss me. My skin bristles with that contact and caress your hair with snowflakes that melt with the soft rays of the morning sun. We are cheek to cheek and I whisper to the ear: I love you ...
You surround my waist and hug me, stroking my face and softly running your warm fingers on my lips. The aroma of the hot coffee enhances that intimate moment and the winter wind hits the window glass of the kitchen. You tell me: I love you ... just those two words, everything else we build with our kisses, caresses, silences, sweet and sincere words.
And all the simple moments that make our happiness: walk in the summer sunsets, sit in front of the fireplace wrapped in our favorite blanket, go to buy chocolates, and be companions, friends, lovers and lovers. Every day we give this gift that Is our love ... And every day you wake me with a rose and a kiss. That's all I want.
©Patricia Picardi
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