Βαλεντίνη Καλφαδοπούλου, Daydream

So I was cleaning my desk and found an undated ditty I wrote and since I don't believe in keeping post-its, I am publishing it here ...




I spend my nights with thoughts of you
with smells and sounds of another time
when lips were locked
and embraces tight
when the night flew by
like a good wine in chilled glasses


I think it sounds too much Hallmark-like but then again I think I am entitled moments of utter corniness (sic) :)