I could write a book about you
Tell all details I remember
The color of eyes
The feeling when I touch your skin
The book would be beautiful
Fulfilled with moments
Sentiments, feelings
that people would envy
This book would not have an end
because I would write every new page
everyday I wake up
telling more stories about you
When I get old I would read every page
slowly, quiet, smiling, happy
I would say to myself
"Yes, I had good moments in my life"
But I made a mistake
