La Luce nel Cuore – Bruno Bavota
I hope she begins every single day of her life
with
a blank page on her mind
and
the perfect smile in her heart.
.
.
She is an old wine, the only of a kind, poured secretly into a brand new bottle.
The likes of a cold, perpetual stormy wind in otherwise heartless, sweltering and wild desert.
She who fills me with the gravity of feelings I cannot define, can’t explain.
My favorite background piano music she, she embraces me with the likes of water for thirst, book for words, stars for the night, oxygen for the life, sunset for the ocean and love for the ones who are lost.
She’s the Diana Prince, the one that protects me, gives me strength, takes me places I have never seen, never been…
She is my happy tears.
She is my humble home.
p.s. I promised, didn’t I?
“N”