I love you because,
You always smile back at me.
You always search for me with your eyes.
When I  need it most
You hold my hand.
You always comfort me when I’m sad.
You let me be me.
But most of all I love you because you set me free.

Shell ✨🐚

Little noises that they make!
But they do not wake
When they are all curled up asleep
probably when they’re sleeping deep
The cat wheezes and sometimes snores
You hear her through the open doors
The dog has what I suppose are dreams
And cutely yelps it seems
Her little legs twitching
She’s running or she’s itching
But still she stays asleep
And still she doesn’t peep!
Those beautiful little noises
Are like a bunch of red roses!

To write
Is a sheer delight

To see
Is a gift To me

To breathe
Is a relief

To be alive
Is an honour just To survive

Poetry is my love
With thanks to God above!

I feel guilty when I leave you
It’s what I have to do
To go up on my way
I travel to work one day
The next day I return, coming back to you!
On ward Home I do!

I don’t like leaving you
Years to go are few
But as I’m not retired yet
The work is there and I am set
To full fill my working days
And then in time I’ll retire and laze!

And spend all my days with you!

The wind gusts and roars
Banging at the doors
Tree branches swinging
What’s the wind bringing
Gates open with force
From a gush of course
The washing is off the line
Hey that’s mine
and it’s off down the road
I’m blowed!!!!!!

Today I want to draw you
(Yes, I can draw you. It's all about starting.)

With the black pencil, I draw a cross on the white,
I cut the white, you're done, you're not white,
You would have been a bride dressed in white,
but you are not,
Then I wonder, what another colour,
I jump joyfully and choose the yellow pencil,

I draw your eyes with yellow, you start shouting at me,
The black cross is cutting the white of the paper
from one end to the other,
again, you are screaming out your lungs,
your screaming energizes the colour,
yellow comes out on the lips, on the nose,
it brightens the thickness of the eyes.

The room is full of golden light
fighting with monochromatic egotism.

Your yellow is absorbed in me,
I become a dandelion that draws you în autumn leaves,
jasmine, chrysanthemums, butterflies, bees,
all small insects invade the room, the paper,
my eyes enter your eyes.

You scream at me ”stop! it hurts”

Greedily I consume all the yellow from the sun,
You keep screaming at me  ”do not **** me in flowers”
I  get more excited
and I move with the joy of a child who discovered the pleasure of scribbling,

The yellow from the drawing grows your head big like an asteraceae,
I start seeing a smoky red, invasively yellow navigates towards red,
red is growing in an orange,

The orange rolls under the golden layer, it touches the cross.
The cross gives birth to multicoloured roads,
gardens and orange orchards are growing  from the desire to shape your face,

You stopped shouting. I sketch your profile.
With a husky voice, you ask me if I can draw an orange,
I draw an orange.
Tell me, who doesn't like oranges.