Your tender words
like rosebuds
gently spreading their scent around
their sound
sweet music to the ears
your eyes bright stars
their flickering light
gleaming on the dark mantle
of the night

So delightful to look at you
when smiling
like children that have just opened
their Christmas gifts

Your love story, my son
warms my heart
and make me live my days
with a stronger belief
in life and
in men’s fate

By Maria Miraglia