Today I will not write you a poem

Today I will not write you a poem, my lyrics will be simple, and my prose will not be poetic. I will only write to feel very close to you; to feel that I am by your side.

I just want to talk, to tell you, but you are already asleep and I would not dare to interrupt your sleep.

Today I won't talk about roses or the sky or the stars; nor about forests, magic or castles; nor about fairies, spells or enchantments.

I just want to tell you that I love you and I want you to be happy by my side, just as I feel the luckiest.

May your smile never fail me and may your eyes never let me go.

Today I just want you to know that yesterday I dreamed of you, it was a dream so real, so beautiful in which we loved each other. It didn't happen in a meadow of flowers, nor in the clouds or on a distant planet; neither in the high tower of a castle, no. You were simply here, under my feet, under my feet. You were simply here, under my sheets and the music was made by you and me.

I want to tell you that you live longer in my mind than in your house. That in everything I see I immediately think -This would please her-. That if I make plans, you are always in them.

Today I'm going to confess that you complement me, you complete me. And the fact is that we have so much in common that it fits well that of soul mates. But we'll talk about that later, because today the poet sleeps. I want him to be silent tonight, to keep his rhetoric, his sonnets, his tenths and his romance to himself. Nor will the wolf howl his poetry. Tonight the man in the hat speaks. The one who is flesh and blood, the one who hides so much mystery and who carries on his shoulders a sack loaded with defects and errors, the one who is all imperfect.

Today I am just the man who has started to write because he doesn't know how to be without you. Because he longs for you every moment, because he is dying for your kisses, your warmth, your embrace. I am the little man who loved you from the first moment your lips pronounced that -Hello.

I'm just the man who wanted to talk to you tonight to tell you a thousand times I love you, while you were sleeping.