Ti Amo

Poem By Anthony Dalby

ti amo
there is no more
thats it
simple pure
like a starched table cloth
under the crystal sunlight
a pinafore
a counterpane

summer rain on the crystal window
glass
that was sand
that was beach
that was ground in your infinite ocean

Comments about Ti Amo

Le adoro, mi querido Adiós Hay xx
Ahh, Ti amo, Je t'aime........ I love this poem, it's pithy, and full of imagery.


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