Morning
If my eyes are closed and I cannot see
Do not try to turn on me and flee,
The morning dew is like a sweet desire
That we remember, and since a bonfire
Can be lit every new starry night:
Do not run your beauty from my sight.
No, fasten your arms around my waist
Like a girdle and tell me if the taste
That love has left on your elegant lips:
Was sweet like golden honey drips?
If you do not recall, taste once again
And make love befell on me like a rain.
I say: this bed is our future home,
If you still need courage to overcome
The fear to see your own happy face,
Then let me tie us with this little lace:
Because I know you will not remove
A white bow that we call “Love”.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
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