Poetry

Inbetween the two brows
on your forehead
the sun sets a ray
in the morning
Every morning with dawn
you wake me up
with a silent kiss
ang get out of our bed
and into the world
I pretend not to know
I pretend not to see
I pretend I sleep
Inbetween the eyebrows
on my forehead
there's a wrinkle that appears
every morning
and it does not go away
until  the next one
And this is the place
you like to kiss
I wait  for you,my love
Every day I wait for you
To come back at sunset
Take me from our garden
where I lay amongst
the yellow tulips
and put me inside our
bed of hopes
But you never do
You only go out
every morning
but never come back
at the evening
And this song is never
written to the end