The Power of Words

The urge to speak these two words is so strong. They have been engraved in my mind like the writing on a tombs wall. But I can’t tell anyone, they’re for me alone, and only me. If only time would stop for a few minutes, so I could be hidden away from reality, so I wouldn’t have to repeat these two words.
It’s as though my mind is possessed by these words, Belisa Crepusculario, Belisa Crepusculario. When I repeat these words it is as though my body is in another world. When I smell her distinct scent, it's almost like my nose has...