When a woman loves
they open the wings of her soul,
like a bird in the morning,
seeking the sun, the calm.
Her laughter is a whisper,
a flower that blooms in the silence,
cradle of golden dreams,
where love is the breath.
When a woman loves without measure
she walks with her face to the sky,
leaves footprints in the wind,
each step, a sincere verse.
Her eyes, two shining stars
reflect seas of emotions,
and in her chest, a universe,
beats, loves, songs.
When a woman loves
the stars come closer to listen,
in her embrace worlds meet,
and time dares to dream.
