…It is only at this time of day
When I lie next to you
So close to you
And I hear your breathing
And I see your angel face…
…It’s only then
That I can close my eyes
With a smile
And life shines…
…It’s only then that
All the ghosts disappear
Everything becomes real
And dreams I don’t need…
…It’s only then that
All makes sense
And I know that
At least for this
It’s worth the fight
Waking up again next day
One more step ahead…
…It’s only then that
I could die
And I would not mind
And I would be born
Only ‘cause I knew
I’d see your face
Breathe next to you
Again ….
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16 comments:
A sweet satisfaction suffused with care, tenderness and warmth. I wonder who is the proud recipient of such tender and that too from the sweetest, Dulce.
Joy always,
Susan
Beautiful...This is EXACTLY what I want...That person to sleep next to and wake up to each day...Its a beautiful feeling
Oh But that LOVE already exists!
It's the only, the ONE True love I have!
The rest come and go...
;)
beautiful...i like being in that place and you captured that feeling so well dulce...
Incredible words and beautiful dream, but life isn't a dream, wellcome to the real life, it isn't a dream.
Routine, the peaceful coexistence and personality changes, bad experiences, problems, all this ends a relationship.
But don't despair, there are such people in this world, although it's hard to find them (it's like finding a four leaf clover) good luck girls, I think you deserve to find that ideal person.
Dressin to kill!!
soft and tender. the begninning stanzas reminded me of the times when i would watch my children sleeping.
very nice dear Dulce,
warm smiles,
Beautiful, resounding poem, Dulce. Indeed, being with the one with whom one has found a kindred love is the essence of perfection. Love has the ability to dispel all fear.
It has been such a long time since I have been in that place of which your words speak...but I remember it well. Thanks for reminding me of how wonderful that time was.
Oh, truly sublime. I LOVE that place also...to dream this into reality is perfection.
hugs~
Calli
Calli has it right (for me). Dreams are to be dreamed. Life is to be lived. Heavenly it is when the two coincide (collide?--grin!).
And that place is somewhere for everyone who is open to it.
I must not think less of myself, but think of myself less...I did not coin that phrase.
Take care, Sweeter Poet Dulce
Calli has it right (for me). Dreams are to be dreamed. Life is to be lived. Heavenly it is when the two coincide (collide?--grin!).
And that place is somewhere for everyone who is open to it.
I must not think less of myself, but think of myself less...I did not coin that phrase.
Take care, Sweeter Poet Dulce
Que romance y amor, primita. You leave me with peace and warm thoughts this Thursday night in Miami. Cuidate, y que pena que no me vengas a visitar con tu amigo.
Dulce...finally, finally, it is coming to me that this "one" you write of frequently, this "loved one"
is...your loving Son, who is his mother's solace, consolation, in time of stress, distress, disappointment, depressing moments, those times experienced by all now and then.
When my father disowned me years ago, he did say this:
More powerful force than any other
Is love for a son by his mother."
And I see that in your many posts on the topic of...love.
Besos
this is so beautiful...trust....love that overcomes all....have a great awesome weekend..
I seem to be falling in love with the beauty of your words.
What a mood you created! So soft, warm like a summer morning...
Glad I found you...
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