with each handwriting I made love to her writing a poem

tracing the lines rounding her lips

kissing them with delicate strokes like sighs

my fingers felt like touching the outline of her silhouette

drawing hearts of a pure love, of a real love

of a permanent ink love that is sealed for eternity

I joined my wishes in prose, I made her arch like my signature

when I held the brush wanting to overflow my passion

make short sentences with long ones

while with each breath he placed the punctuation

caressing each syllable, I kissed her soul

and sheets of paper rose like the bed sheets

pronouncing in glued words

you are and will always be my most beautiful poem