When, suddenly, I notice the largeness of the horizons,

and all beauty they unceasingly frame our world.

When, tender and dreamlike resting tonight,

I always see her face before asleep.

When I enjoy full air all the day long,

missing it when she approaches me.

Then, I think, this means I must be in love.

But with whom, I have no doubt that

nor to the walls should I reveal.

 

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©