Poetry

I love you more than so much, 
I love your mistakes and your smiles; 
I’d like the love that I give to you to be
Your joy and your destination.
Your love is my beloved love; 
My beloved in all is you.
I don’t know how to call
This piece of peace
That you serve to my life.
My eyes, when I look at your face, 
Is really and again really blind.
Darling Master of Art, 
Now I conclude that
You have studied for many hours
And your specialty is: 
The culture of Love. 

St Antoine de la Vuadi