“Tesoro mio”

*****************To R.T.
"You are a Creator when you create a poem,
You become an Angel with soft, white wings,
You become a child, pure and innocent,
You are in Heaven and cannot be reached...

Whether your verse’s for your eyes alone,
Whether for countless eyes to read –
You have captured my heart and my soul,
When we’re gone, our souls would live.

You are far but nothing is “far” for the soul,
I am always with you holding your hand,
Not sea, nor mountains would separate two souls,
They are the rays of sun after the sunset...
April 29, 2008