A Poem by Mary Fioratti





















It’s so easy to talk to you
when the words flow emotionally
and the secrets break free
in our mouths
your voice brings memories of my childhood
when the free laughter happened 
without malice...only delight
of a perennial fantasy
so easy to talk to you
listen to your clear voice
hug you in my thoughts
and guessing

the flight of your eyes

the constant energy of your mind

I talk about myself with easy

no need to search deep in my soul

for my truths
because they flow like clear water
from the source of my being

from me
to you
an open and honest delivery

a delightfully romantic silliness
when you tell me about love
and I answer
with songs of my soul
so easy to talk to you

under the cover of our dreams

or the warm sun of our souls

when our thoughts search for each other

in a mutual understanding

needing no words

so easy to love you

detaining in the pure concept of being
 where the simple becomes important
when my soul rather agonizing
 immerse itself in yours to be reborn.

Mary Fioratti




© 2012 Mary Fioratti

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This is sincerity and true affection bound with love and the ability to live comfortably in an armful of words. Lovely!

'and I answer ~ with songs of my soul ~ so easy to talk to you ~ under the cover of our dreams'

Posted 8 Years Ago

What a beautiful ode to love, my dear friend, I loved your poem, and thus felt to the bone! I would loved to hear it in your beautiful portuguese!!! it would made my day! (((Hugs))) and talk soon!

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is a pure wonder of words... that melting of two people who connect on every level... even in the life of dreams... May you find this warmth and richness always filling you, my friend.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Always beautiful to see such honesty Yours is a blessed life I hope it endures

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on January 18, 2012
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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

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