Loves
I once loved skimming stones across the water
and counting the times they touched.
Carving faces of my friends in driftwood,
from early morning until dusk.
Now I’m older I watch ducks on water,
and the way they dip and dive,
and how flocks of irascible seagulls
make a deserted sky come alive.
But most of all I love watching you,
as you sleep, or wide awake.
Your ever sparkling smiling eyes,
and every breath you take.
poem by Orlando Belo
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