“Waiting for you, My Lord” wrote my lady in her letter, ready to sacrifice for love.
“Romantic is who can be always with you” I say smelling her hair.
“I am here, with you, to all eternity”
My lady closes her big eyes. She stands up and shows me her neck.
A silent kiss unties us to the eternity.
If we haven’t seen our reflect in the mirror, we couldn’t believe we have been alive.
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