How can I describe her...

She's like one of those poems,

That are written on a wet night,

In a forbidden kiss,

In a discreet caress,

In a whisper that makes your skin crawl.

She is...

How to say it...

Like that coffee you drink on a rainy afternoon,

Where the hours go by,

Where the chats never end,

Where she makes you fall in love just by listening to her,

And if you're lucky enough to steal a smile...

You'll be surrendered at her feet.

It's one of those sunsets,

That you stop to admire,

It's like the full moon in October,

Like the kisses that are given in summer,

They are of those letters where so many feelings are captured,

Of those wines that are taken at the foot of the fireplace,

And you let your heart express what it feels.

She is...

Of those poems that you'll never stop writing,

She's so passionate,

That she stops your heart,

One kiss from her...

Awakens your demons,

And a caress...

Makes you touch the sky.

But it's also...

A smile in winter,

Like a butterfly hard to catch,

But once it stops on you,

You'll not only be left with its scent,

But also with its essence...

And if one day she decides to leave your life...

It'll hurt your soul.

She is...

One of those poems that you don't share with anyone,

Of those that are written under the sheets,

In some forbidden place,

But also... in an afternoon of just a coffee.

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