A simple glance
A smile perchance
Can make one's day
In every way.
It could be destiny
Sweet serendipity
If only one could hear
The heart's silent cheer.
Why do we fall in love?
Shouldn't it be to rise in love?
Can we choose not to fall?
So it wouldn't hurt at all.
Afternoon | Tarde (en|es)poetafranko ·
