Take me high,
Then take me low.
Experiment with gravity.
Go with the flow.

Hold me tight.
Don't let go.
Up to the sky,
Then to the floor.

It's like a high,
I'm needing more.
I'll hold you down;
I'll hold you close.

Just close the door.
And I am yours.

I knew you before knowing you.
It's like the saying, "Namaste".
I knew you before knowing you.
My soul recognized yours and yours recognized mine.

Perhaps I'm overthinking.
But, my heart knows well.
I assume you may feel this too.

It's like magic, or perhaps a spell.
A feeling of hypnosis and a feeling so real.

The night we met was unreal.
Until this day, I believe we met for a reason.
My only hope, although unexpected and unexplained..
Is for us to remain and not change like the seasons.

So many reasons and little time.

Felíz día de los muertos y día de tu cumpleaños.
El día que celebramos tú día de vida y también el día de los que departaron de esta tierra.
Ambos son importantes.
La vida, específicamente el día que llegaste a este mundo.
A igual la muerte de nuestros queridos y todos que se les acabaron el tiempo.
En este día de supuesta oscuridad hay luz que brilla como la luna llena.

Blood spilled like a glass of wine at three o'clock in the morning.
The stain it leaves on a white carpet.
Wine and water
Blood and wine
...

It's not affection they look for but, much needed attention.
That's what love seems to feel like these days.
They seek the many benefits with no effort put into it.
Lack of emotional intelligence because they see no use for it.
But, what is love without it when you don't work for the best of it?
They want company but, not commitment.
The convenience to have you just when they need it.
To hold and to kiss you for their own selfish reasons.
A title to be given and taken like fashion styles for the seasons.
They are not here for a long time but, simply, for a good time.
When the time has run out and they've caused an energy drought.
They'll leave as quickly as they came and do another round.

Cuanto quisiera un amor de esos
que te erisan el bello de tu piel
y te hace sentir mariposas en tu vientre.

La bellesa de un amor que no se puede obtener.

El amor que sola mente se vive en novelas y peliculas.

Pero cuanto uno quisiera obtenerlo.

La triste realidad
es que el amor como esos casi nunca ocurren.

Amores como aquellos no son impossible, pero tampoco son perfectos.

No son amores que nacen de un dia para el otro, ni entran a tu vida de sorpresa.

Y si asi es, esa esencia no durara mucho tiempo.

Todos quisieramos una historia de amor perfecta.
Pero la perfection no existe.

La bellesa de un amor verdarero
es aquel que te calienta.
Asi sea con amor, sensualidad o enojo.

Aquel amor que te deja bajar la guarda
para aceptar y quererse uno a el otro
tal y como son sin temor ninguno.

Aquel amor donde aunque sean diferentes
se unan a ayudarse crecer y mejorarse.

Aquel amor donde puedan llorar y hablar de temas juntos.

Aquel amor que nunca duda
aun cuando el sol ya no brille
y pase una tormenta.

Un amor que mantiene fé, esperanza, y sobre todo amor puro, honesto y verdadero.

I loved you.
Who am I kidding;
I still love you.

Oh, how much I love you.
So much--
that although I'm the reason;
The reason we're now apart,
I save all of these things I'd wish to share with you.

I look through the variety of photos I have of you.
Your many faces--
the smiles, laughs, and goofy ones too.
All of which makes me miss you.

I hope you understand that my love is pure and true;
Even when I'm angry and rude.

You wouldn't understand if I explained what causes these things.
In this case you are not the one to blame.

We've been through so much and we both seem to have gone insane.
We love each other so much and can no longer endure the pain.

One minute it's bright and the next is pitch black.

It's like we're afraid of the dark and not knowing the unseen, that makes us come back to the very same thing.

At this time we're quarantined.
Not just you and I, but nation wide.
I've been taking this time to self-reflect and analyze.

Some of the things I've done brought chaos to paradise.
And others, you've done that have brought me heartache which left me paralyzed.

Maybe, when all of this comes to an end;
Maybe, we'll both realize--
only the strong survive.