within the heart.
There is always within the heart.
An unfinished dream.
That still flourishes love.
Creates and recreates the same poetry.
What is being done laughing, within the soul.
That makes tears when no one sees.
That reveals the most beautiful part.
Who makes no secret that no one reads.
That both, lives in sweet calm.
And made of hope, saddle;
The same enchanted want.
With the same perfume, the same colors.
The same tenderness, adorned with flowers.
The life at every moment.
Let love be constant.
And being reborn to eternal reason. ❤