@tibianchini
1 year ago
Public
Sonata
(Old poems 016)
Ah, as I wish,
On this cold night,
To kiss you.
And in your eyes
See the chance
Of our romance
Forever.
And then tonight
You'd be the most beautiful
That from this window
I'd see it.
And when it's over,
Scared to death,
Ask yourself, in secret,
To start over.