A Poem by Mary Fioratti
























I write on the leaves of your soul
my final will
 fully aware
of my sentimental  f

(is it possible to be aware when you are in love?)

remember that hug

I gave that day
when you were so sad
and laid your head on my shoulder?
that HUG is yours.
take it with you
when you feel alone
Helpless and sad
use it to forget your pain

remember that morning

eyes lost in space
laid yourhead on my lap
 I stroked your hair for a while
until you calmed down?
take this CARESS and put it in your pocket
and whenever you feel lost
use it to feel loved and cherished
as you've never been

remember that afternoon
you went for your walk
with unsteady steps
and the world seemed to fall on your head?
 I held your arm and I gave you a passionate kiss
whispered in your ears WORDS OF LOVE?
take them with you
For when you need it
In a moment of despair 


remember that night
 I entered your room
put your hands inside the covers
 stroked your face
 kissed your eyelids
dried your tears with my kisses
and like a child you slept in my arms?
save these KISSES
for when you lose all hope

now that you have all my goods
 you can use them to fill your loneliness
...let me face my empty soul!
and with the red ink of my blood
I now sign this will
with my heart

Mary Fioratti

© 2011 Mary Fioratti

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let me face my empty soul!
and with the red ink of my blood
I now sign this will
with my heart

nice write,,,, love the lines above, wills are read after death,,,,,,,lol

Posted 8 Years Ago

with this will one could live forever...the will of the Soul can heal, love, and lift the spirit with this how can one not be inspired...nice Mary

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Mary Fioratti
Mary Fioratti


My real name is "Maria Ines", some people call me Mary or Maria. I am originally from Brazil, and I have lived in USA for 20 years. I live each day as the last. Breath life. Love people. Always in .. more..


A Poem by Mary Fioratti