Over Again

I know it was love, believe me I’ve never doubted that you love me, as much as I love you.

The difference is not the background, small, but the way we love each other: so incompatible, so pletorical, so intermittent, so often, and so crazy about each other.

It’s true that all my life I’m going to miss your beautiful smile and your eyes of young love looking at me from afar.

I will grow up, I will grow old, and I will sit in a rocking chair to remember the time when I walked alongside you in the clouds, without feeling on my shoulders the weight of routine.