You always looked for my hug even when I was sleeping, my smell between the sheets when I got up from the bed, my inevitable passion when you by stealth woke me up. You would give me your smiles because I wouldn't want more, your youth because nothing else would exist, your time because only together would pass by. To win my heart words are useless promises are not enough presents are not required I need only another heart.
25.11.'13
The original poem ("Per vincere il mio cuore") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.