📚🤍when tenderness is the only rule of the morning🤍📖 +01

📚🤍when tenderness is the only rule of the morning🤍📖

🌹🤍one day, when tenderness is the only rule of the morning,
I will wake up in your arms. perhaps your skin will be too beautiful.
and the light will understand the impossible understanding of love.
one day, when the rain dries in memory, when the winter is
so far away, when the cold responds slowly with a dragging voice
of an old man, I will be with you and birds will sing on the parapet of
our window. yes, birds will sing, there will be flowers, but none of that
it will be my fault, because I will wake up in your arms and I will not say
neither a word nor the beginning of a word, so as not to spoil
the perfection of happiness.🤍💖💗💞💘💓💕💝