when I'm doing
everything I can
to leave you...
for I know love is made
of sorrow
losing
and deceptions,

your smile lights my soul.

I don't need
much
to be sad,
but,
when you are happy,
it's like I explode
in happiness and
feel the
weight
of distress going away;
the distance from suicide enhance
and solitude cease - because now
I have something
that fills my heart:

your smile, your feelings.

for love is letting yourself apart
and getting in the beloved one;
is forgetting we live a transitory and painful existence...
loving is giving her wings and boarding in the same flight...
it is being away, but aways close;
it is being wrong even when you are right.
love is what I feel - apart from all the suffering..

when I'm doing
everything I can
to leave you...
for I know love is made
of sorrow
losing
and deceptions,

your smile lights my world.

then,
on the detail,
on the innermost part of your
curves and avenues,
I feel complete.

I feel I love you.
I feel I love you as if I were part of you.
I love so much I almost forget
that your heart may not love me.
maybe it wants to protect me from love.
maybe it wants to protect me from all relationships.

I don't care.
I love apart from your opinion of yourself.
I love apart from absences and melancholy.

I love you to make you happy
and, thus, immortalize

your smile.

with brave lips,
I repeat what must not be saved:

I love all your flaws and qualities
with sincerity and care,
with the certainty of your uncertainty, sorrow and happiness
and with my love, which is my most complete sentiment.