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 ©