ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA
Sonnet Night - Poem by ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA
It is sonnet night in my soul,
the poetry floods me.
In the dimness of your room
your eyes of charm glisten.
My heart overflows with infinite happiness
when I feel your eyes smile on me in silence.
The warmth of your enchantment illuminates the night;
it seems that the moon always accompanies you.
In you everything is poetry... from the feet to the head.
Your eyes the color of wet grass
point out the way to reach your soul.
Tonight in sonnets I will walk with your soul.
I will drink of your source until my thirst is satiated
in the deep ocean of your sweet loving.
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