Cristovao88 Poetry (1)

Look, there she is. Walking on the street, but flowers under her feet.
Look, where the light is shining so bright, making Sun jealous.
There she is
Look at her move, she never stops dancing;
look at the world around her - is disappearing!
Go, dance with her!
Enjoy the smile of her red lips, smell the energy!
Feel this excitement when she is near!
Get tangled in her hair, touch her skin!
Drink the juice of happiness that she can give you!
Forget yourself in this Latin beat of her heart!
Can you say 'no' to her, can you ignore her charm?
Go, try to experience it! I know something about it.
She stuck in my heart so deeply that i'm breathing her.
Can't forget her eyes, her voice, her moves,
her exultation of life.
She defeated death in me, revived me to the world.
Listen to my words, listen to my heart.
Is there anyone ready to hear it?
To imagination of happiness, to story about love to a nymph.
Yes, call me a fool, despise me now, yes, i deserve it,
but i can't ignore it, can't stop looking at her.
She's an artistic vision of woman, a Pure Soul, dream of men, miracle of God.
My Happy Encounter.
So, wait for me! Let's go in the crowd, there she is!
I want to dance with her again, memories are back!
Let me see her! Let me enjoy her view, her splendor!
But wait... Is she gone? Dreams are finished?
No, there's the light! I see her eyes! What a wonderful view!
Finally, again, my Happy Encounter.