The poet's fingerprints

He signed his poem and dedicated it to me.
Then he signed the sea,
signed the horizon,
signed the trees, the flowers and the birds,
signed the sun, the moon and the rain drops,
signed the sidewalks, the cafés and the children's laughs,
signed my pen...
Then he signed me
and walked away..

He left his fingerprints on the night's body.
And it gave birth to the stars..

Now I see a tree running,
a fish walking on the sidewalk,
a turtle taking off its shell and hurrying like a rabbit,
and cats dancing with mice in peace and harmony..
The world kind of changed a little bit..
Does that mean I'm head over heels..in love?..