* * *
From nowhere onto the threshold of
Heaven
I step and oh, an unthinkable miracle:
Your eyes, your love...
My heart's fluttering like a dove.
What a delightful languor
To dance the home tango!
To marvel at the lustrous eye
And at the storm we're overcome by.
And to feel the beating of the heart
As if the first chef-d'oeuvre of God's Creation art.
With the weather, not too good to miss,
You're close by, my lovely illusion of bliss.