Then I Can Die

Written by: iolanda Scripca

If all I did  was made you feel so real
Among aortas of much needed love
With silky shoulders of stern Pacific layers
Disturbed by memories of wings...

If I defected life and accepted  wrinkles
Of heated rhythm in tempera of love
Although the shyness of a maiden wouldn't vanish
I long to get to know you in your destined life...

If all I did was made you stop and watch me 
Smiling from a frame of wooden Jacaranda wonders
Then I can die forever in immortality of love -
The Anonymous -
                        in the "Wax Museum of 
                                                  the Hoping Souls"...