Romulocm
ago 4dThe thread of the net became a bridge, not a barrier, And in a rectangle, it lit your gaze. Your face in light, without the rush of the border, Allowed my dream to find you. It wasn't the chance of bumping into you on the street, But the magic that the screen created for us: I saw your smile, the floating mouth And the soul that distance didn't break. If I didn't touch you, I touched your essence, In the way your hair falls, how you laugh. The voice that arrives, without asking permission, With the exact melody I always wanted. Your eyes are the camera that spies What is most sincere in me. And my love, which radiates each day, Finds its most perfect end in you. I await the day when the encounter is flesh, Without filter, without screen, without the fear of falling. So that the hand that today is only incarnated In pixels, can finally, in you, rest and exist.