love poem

I send you a teardrop, sweet and salty, rolling down my cheek and reaching, soflty, your lips.
I send you a smile, half-young, half-old.
I send you the longing my skin has for yours.
I send you one of the heartbeats that arise when I receive your words.
I send you a beautiful orange cloud, with a purple fringe and a luminous heart.
I send you the first star of the evening.
I miss you too...