NOVELLO PIGMALIONE
I was fascinated by your eyes, your eyes More
turned away the sun to give comfort to the face.
I patted his head while shaking and tired, I look
or lost, and broken-hearted lover. I'm here
disoriented, I wish I could love
and touch her lips and then you talk.
touch you with my breath, with my dirty fingers,
Now that created thee, I would like to give you life.
Funny how love can produce anxiety
Even in a canvas, in a blatant deception,
want a kiss from a dream, a chimera,
painted by a woman who was not there an hour ago.
Yet the more you look the more you feel as if my
beat, echoes
With my heart that beats in harmony with you
that, even mocking, you're my, you're the Poetry!
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