A small poem that is born in an attempt to be sweet with the woman that owns my heart. A small conversation that becomes poetry, because she inspires those words, and puts them on my lips.
My heart waited until i fell asleep
and then escaped through the window
traveled with the clouds
arriving to your bed while you were sleeping,
and then he went near your ear to tell you love words,
then found a place in your hands, because he felt safe and warm,
then before you woke up, he went away,
but before, he kissed you on the lips,
and came back, to me,
and that explained why i always woke up with a smile
dedicated to the always beautiful source of inspiration.... mariposa
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