Observar el amanecer es como mirar tus ojos, emocionante, cálido y brillante.
Tocar tus manos es un delirio, un deseo por cumplir.
Sentir tu calor es algo que deseo vivir.
Pensar en ti como algo más para mí es un delito,
imaginarnos juntos, una condena al infinito.
El saber que no eres real me pone mal,
verte en carne y hueso es lo único que puedo desear
en mi plano material.

Un te amo fue suficiente para darme cuenta de que todo lo que quería contigo nunca sería nada. Solo te fuiste y no volví a saber de ti. No dormí por días. Conté las estrellas que me recordaban a tus pecas. Pensando en lo que pudimos ser, lo que pudimos haber tenido. Por mucho que me resistí, terminé olvidándote. Ese te amo se volvió un "¿Eres tú?" cuando te encontré con otra persona.

Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new
like the morning sun when it starts to dance

Aborning sunlight cortef hours .... loved,  
like the pied colors of a rainbow burst.    
Glancing tinted shades two petals englobed
to the loving hands of time, we come first.

Inside this garden youthful hours of truth
reborn like the seasons we live nonetheless
despite of the winter mulched in vermouth
we pair up nicely, ... to nature's headdress

Morning blushes her cheeks and we turn right,      
like airborne angels, at the cusp of night.

I am
so
grateful

For the
stunning beauty
that my eyes
can
            still
                      see...
I am so grateful
that
       LIFE
has been mostly good
and that I can
            still
                   give thanks,  
each   and  every   single    day

                WITH A GRATEFUL HEART.

I should have sent my love letters to Cupid
And ask Destiny for the right time.
Yet stubborn as I am, I remain still…

Some loves are too shallow for me to dive into
So, I remain in the shoreline,
always testing the waters…

Frost caught up
to ghostly fingers;
His December walks
filled dark prophecies,
would he witness
another year
or a month?

In the deep snow,
he knew the answer.

The Necromancer told him,
in her underworldly dreams,
he had once been her true love.
He smirked:
I’m still here
in your words.

I’m hugging my knees waiting for someone

I still have time because I’m a young one

Do I? As everyone had not only one love

Naive, am I? They call me from above