100th Date

April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window, Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees Planted there for as long as I can remember I can smell your fragrance yet again Right before a ballad is heard in the heaven’s serenade I wrote a vallantelle for you this holy March, To sponge your wounds and clear your mind, My heart has fallen pale once more, For I’m clumsy when I breathe the same air as you That means today,tomorrow and probably the day after that.... It’s like i get a steaming head. I call this popcorn love And I find myself eating every bit of corn in your field It will be your birthday by the time my eyelids are done kissing, I promise to gift you the world, Like it belonged to me..... The detail of your smile looks like Gods wallpaper He looks at it and finds inspiration The salvation in your touch has made me receive holy communion this Sunday I visit Rome in the stars of your bossom Thy align and build a stair case to the beddings of our first date The very first time you stepped onto my lips I swear I could test the next seventy years of my life when they touched, And this amour feels like a poem I wrote some time ago Or perhaps the feeling I will get on 100th date