Amore Poem by Montserrat Martinez

Amore, in just a few days
When the season of gold and ochre
Covers the terrain we walk
In a carpet of terracotta dreams
In those days were we no longer see the gleaming sun
But a cinnamon sky
In the season of fall, with nights of lingering mystery
You and I thereupon, we draw our history
We confessed, we kissed and we loved
We cherished our communion
We shaped an amalgam of the two
To never say again Adieu