My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible (finished)

 
Romanesque architecture

The focus of the image.
The warmth of your hands.
The grace with which you move, certain and happy.
The timbre of your round voice,
which expands into alto frequencies.
You are the color.
The outline of some thoughts.
The engine of my Psyche.

One day you joined me in the car.
You smiled at me,
in your infinite tenderness.
The first hug,
that brought you here,
after centuries together.
Events have tested us,
but we remained dull.

We escaped:
a fierce world did not deserve us.
We built a kingdom,
in our house.
Now you are more beautiful than ever.
Enchanting sound and melody.
You tune your steps.
You have never created bad dissonances.

You know how to be art,
in the small acts of the day.
You have always seen the beauty,
getting excited.
Pick the first blossom of the apple tree,
with an attentive look,
touching it gently.
You are my Romanesque architecture at the top of the hill.

Now I see you ...