I don’t need for you to feel sorry for me because I’m deaf.
You made me hear all the music in the world when we kissed
for a month after we met in Paris by The Hudson. I can only draw the sound of
the love I feel for you.
I love you enough to let you go to find happiness on Earth
made Heaven by you.
I know you will find the man of your dreams.
That is my dream for you.
Dolce notte, ballerina
Ciao
P.S: I’m on the next flight to Spain if you want to stop me.
Lol
Poetfolio Part 1
