Love letter

I read bad poetry
Into your machine.
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice.
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes.
You always say your name,
Like I wouldn't know it's you,
At your most beautiful.

At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly.
With every one, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know your closed eye watching me,
Listening.
I thought I saw a smile.

Inchei cu "qoute of the day": "Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face."