Each morning,
My heart opens.
Little by little,
I realize my dream is real.
So many feelings,
I can’t verbally express.
Touch your skin,
You sigh.
You’re cold.
I move closer.
Breathing your beauty.
My fingers can’t resist your openness.
Slowly my hand reach your heart,
Our magical love is complete, sealed.
I don’t move,
Afraid to wake you up.
Still looking at you …
At you … at you … you …
Real dream, true love.
written by Jean Luc Gaudry
Dec 2016 - to my wife Dina