The Invitation.

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A bouquet of roses arrived in his hands
and a promise to reach old age together,
even knowing that everything would be very intricate
I gathered courage assuming the result.
My legs shook several times.
and to not return I had internal battles,
but to think about the possibility of kissing you,
It kept the illusion of falling in love alive.
I knocked on your door with a trembling voice
and your neighbor came out, like a good nun,
When she saw me, my nerves took over,
His expression told me: "You lack merits."
When your door opened completely,
There was little left of that trusting subject,
The nerves and sun made me sweat so much
that a glass of water you offered on the spot.
I ended up breaking the flower stems,
releasing smells and showing my fears,
luckily for me you were still in the kitchen
and only your friend realized this.
She supported that she will ask you out on a date.
because I was sure that I wouldn't hurt you,
With a few words my confidence healed,
"You are ready to win the war," he exclaimed.
When you arrived I spoke very clearly and concisely,
I also knew about your fear of commitment,
I invited you to a few drinks, without much detour,
"I'll look for you at 8," and I left without so much chatter.
Every blessed second was an eternity,
I didn't know how you had taken it, honestly,
with ten to go I was at your house
and what happiness when you didn't go out accompanied.
You were wearing a dress and your hair was down,
and with just two words you took my breath away,
you started the conversation mischievously
starting our story, in question