YOU WON’T KNOW ANY WRINKLE

How beautiful you are
When you stooped
To pick up me
From my deep psychicism.
I love life
When i can feel
The fresh heat
From your own hands,
That sponge
Time spots
Deposited by anxiety
And the wheeling
Of watches.
You caress me
Till my sleep
That will transmute
In dreams.
At my revival
I’ll take care
Not your face skin
To know any wrinkle