In the sky of your eyes

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In the sky of your eyes there is a sense of a riddle;
easily deducible as they meet mine, it's at dawn when we'll meet
when we will meet and with the initial kiss it will echo
of words of love with magic that I long to extend day by day
The dawn blooms again turning with those hours
and I palpitate strongly, because beautiful heart is embroidered
with illusions and irises of love like a divine choreography,
where verses sprout from my hands as a sign of love.
At dawn the hope of feeling breath is reborn again,
and the immense desire to dream that at night we will be together in one body
together in one body, as day poured out and night devoured with words and jade
devoured with words and gasps making ecstatic foams.
Searching in the dawn for oases and chimeras, inspiring us with rays
that cover our skin breaking the bars of waiting,
because we are together, embraced and eager for ecstasy,
once the silence has been uncorked and we are stepping on each other's toes.
It keeps with precision the prose captured in this language;
and then turn it into a caress that searches for your figure
in the spring, until I enter into the depths of that skin
opening towards the peak of pleasure, fullness and miracle of the dawn.