As well as my writing

They are aware

I believe not in tomorrow

For it only brings sorrow

On the tiny wings

Of sparrows.

The tomorrows

Are the unknown

The now is what is occurring

In my life

You are at the moment

What really matters.

Since the day you blessed my vision

With your divines

I can’t wait for tomorrow

So again my vision will be graced

With the miracle

The Gods in the heavens

Bestowed upon me

You.

Oh, my love

If only I was able to describe

You to the world

As a poet

I find myself speechless.

I wish only to possess you

Your touch, your sweet tender lips

Just a little kiss

Your embrace, the warmth

Of your bosom

The security of your whispers

The magic of you.

By: William Bonilla

“D’Artagnan”

12/10/08