Late letter

As I heard your voice, the rain came to me like an angel caress

Who cares now wich tempest broke us down continually, now it's you, now it's me, we have never been made to be contemporary of each other

That makes me sad, dear, you know my best desire in your regard

Feeling the rain with you, the whispers of the wind in pine fields, the constant laugh, a smooth bliss of enchantment

A late goodby of tender love, our eyes anchored in the same boat, no matter how distant in space

There is this rain tonight and every minute I have spent in poetic, sensitive mood, reveals me my best nature

It has always been you. No one else matters, because we have came across the time, and still Iove brights in the skies, now that we have no time, nobody between us, but time itself written in stars