believe me as I make my way through the labyrinth of your eyes

of your bright, flirtatious eyes and sighs

it's just that when I read them you make me blush and captivate

they are the erotic storm, the fire, and the rain

believe me at night in the middle of the moon

in the afternoon sun

to the impetuous tension of the early morning

you are the silk and the frenzy

your face is beautiful phrases, the mischief of innocence

your laughter, the delight, the tickling, the game

and the sympathy

believe me in hugs, in romanticism

to the taste of my kisses

to the rhythm of poetic words

to the flexibility of rhymes

on the edge of the stanzas

to the wide choir

to the tongue twister

and to the impetuous palate