The world is passing by in a tizzy
Speed and attention everywhere
Solace nowhere to find
Treasure boxes rare to come across,
Here I stand staring at the sky
Looking for an image of you
Your smiling face,
I join the stars
Though they are blinking far away
To form your face;
Which always had been beautiful
Those sparkling eyes
The rosy lips
Which I saw very late
But that soft and lovely heart
For which I fell
To have that innocent child
That in you, you have always nurtured
That purity angels have.
Published in the AECIAN, 2010…