Doubts
can consume your soul,
destroy your
dreams
and
every
inch
of your hope.

Mi Amor,

Sometimes I don't listen.
Ok, not sometimes...
A lot of times.

Glad I listened,
Listened to my heart,
When it spoke about you.

Never more true,
The words
'Follow your heart'
When it comes to you.

I followed my heart
and you,
to a slice of heaven,
to where the eagles nest,
to the mountains.

Vamonos mi precioso - to where our hearts take us.

Can't really make sense of life,
There is things I'll never understand,
But I trust my inner feelings.
They were right,
justo sobre ti.
Ain't I glad,
that I listened.

Mi corazón se ha caído,
for you.

Its not safe,
To follow the old heart,
When it is sad,
or happy.
That's when mistakes are made they say.

I asked it,
In the sad times,
In the hard times,
In the quiet times,
In the happy times,
In the excited times,
In the contented times...

It said the same thing.
You are no mistake.
You are perfect.
Perfect for me.

Feeling the way I feel,
About you,
All the time,
Means I can follow.

You won't hurt it,
I want to let you in.
Still scared some times,
But I'll listen,
To where it is going to take me.
And us.

Vamonos mi hermoso - to where our hearts take us.

and they age
sometimes nicely
worth gold

but some turn
into vinegar
welcome nonetheless
but least liked
in the grocery list

we always hope
we age
instead of spoil
there's too many of the harsh
and sour
and very little
of the party treat

and little we can do
when the bottles break
stinking vinegar
wasted wine

The girl with specs
Sat on the window seat of the bus
From a big fat book, she read
Half finished, book marked
Peered through the curtains of the air conditioned bus, cold
Outside the sun smiled
She looked up and found the bridge above
Weaver of dreams, she wished for stories

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