# Poetry

It’s just like a colorful movie, where we wander through an old Italian city.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light, not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you in the soft, slow mornings, in the hush of lazy noon, and in the quiet of calm evenings.

On good days, I want to kiss you madly. And on bad days, I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser, that’s why I’m trying every part of you.

Can I go back to the good old days just for one last time?

After all the chaos, I will be reborn from the ashes and soar high to the moon, like a phoenix from a fairy tale.

I know that one day I will collapse, And hopefully, you won’t witness it. I will make sure that, until your last breath, I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.

You are the most precious gift you could ever wish for. You are the light that guides you through the darkest nights. You are the Santa you’ve always dreamed of. You are the Christmas you’ve been waiting for.