📚💜Memory of a love💜📖

📚💜Memory of a love💜📖

🌹💜I saw it again: 

beautiful, 

as if the seasons had never been experienced.

The undone and worn out becoming does not belong to her, 

she has not touched her, 

lapped her: 

sweet summer afternoon.

Her beauty is intact, 

like that of a precious and pure marble statue, 

capable of defying all adversities: 

thunderstorms, 

impetuous winds, 

rivers in flood, 

sharp pains, 

unheard-of suffering, 

bitter tears.

It is always she, 

with her mischievous smile and green eyes of a happy girl, 

who conquers time: 

awakening of life.

I call to mind her golden youth, 

of how I had known her unripe, 

enchantment under the sky, 

ineffable grace of the gods.

The exuberant femininity marks her body: 

as if the irrepressible beauty of all women were in her.

The meeting that she elegantly gave me was only courtesy, 

she already knew of a pre-announced and hasty farewell: 

I fell inexorably from her heart.

The sea in our presence trembled like me with all its thunderous waves: 

it seemed to kiss the air with every breath of breeze.

The memory of a love "leaves the salt in the mouth, 

it goes straight to the heart, 

without even warning".

I think of those happy days, 

they never leave me... 

💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝