Pretty. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Pretty.
I play with your long curly black hair that it feels like silk to my hands, I like to touch your skin so soft and that is why I like to kiss it from your head to your toes, that beautiful aroma that it smell like petals from yellow roses.
Beautiful cherry lips and every kiss is a holly gift to me, and I like the mystery into your eyes that I hate my self every time that I make them cry.
I though you were mine when you were not and that broke my heart in a thousand pieces, that I’m trying to put together and now I’m walking alone because you are gone but forever you will be for me so pretty.
Dedicated