In the night that will come,
the kind stars have hidden themselves in the sky
and have been themselves again in memories.
I have found through the letters of my mother
a story of love
that I would be arranged.
I have imagined that
I live with a princess
in a palace of crystal
covered by clouds and eternal spring.
Shiver of love floats
to the choice of my heart
in a secret waving.
The princess has whispered me silently
the gentle touch of love.
Valentin Gabriel Cristea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-letters-of-a-child/
