Poetry

Show me heaven, once again.
Take me close and make me dream again.
Let my bed speak endless stories..
.. of afternoons spent with heaven in my room.
My touch sang a million songs on your skin.
My glances planted a thousand kisses on your lips
Those notes still play symphonies on my pillow.

Those seeds still grow thorn-less roses in my hair.
Oh, tell me this much, my charming one!
Does time still prostrate at your ardent commands?
Does Heaven still exist upon this barren Earth?