In the night we shall go
up to its trembling firmament,
and your little hands and mine
will steal the stars.

Now these are some love poems. Gorgeous, every one.

Bianca

Written on Dec 23, 2018

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.