You Are Poetry

I do not create it
Poetry is you
It is in every trace
Even in the fatigue face
In the eyes
In your long hair
The excited voice
In my mind embroidered
Your posture has poetry
Before inhibited
Now Transcribed
With a pencil
For a soul that sees you
Even exacerbates
Just to do not let it go
This inspiration
An eternal state of gratitude
By the indrisos
Inspired by your silly smiles



Translation: Mauro Soprana