Feb 2013
"Maria, I love you so much,
and you are so adorable,
so marvelous
and so good,
and I feel so happy when I'm with you,
that I just want to die while we love each other."
You **** me every time I hold your hand,
even if it's cold,
yet my heart could not beat more vividly
than when you're around.
The sweet poetry that gently dances from your lips
is like a million tiny arrows going through my heart,
each leaving a lasting mark of what this means to me.
How can I feel so alive when you **** me constantly?
I lose myself in you.
I lose contact from reality.
Time stands still as our bodies dance a perfect, unrehearsed coreography,
inviting the stars above us to join this beautiful harmony.
You killed me again.
That smile you timidly and lovingly show to me,
imperfect, and, yet, so flawless,
it takes me away to a place I didn't know.
A place where all my pain goes away,
my worries vanish,
the world is gone,
and there's only me and you.
Please, don't **** me anymore.
My heart skips a beat everytime I even hear your name.
Oh, your name.
It comes out of my mouth so easily, so playfully,
and everytime it sounds new to me.
My lips just effortlessly spell your name,
feeling every letter of it kiss me tenderly as my mind wanders off,
off to your mesmerizing eyes.
Those eyes which cast a spell on me.
This spell that keeps me from taking my eyes off of yours.
Deep, loving looks, each looking for protection,
fearing a new sad tear to roll off,
yet convinced they are safe in my eyes.
*Would you **** me one last time?
and you are so adorable,
so marvelous
and so good,
and I feel so happy when I'm with you,
that I just want to die while we love each other."
You **** me every time I hold your hand,
even if it's cold,
yet my heart could not beat more vividly
than when you're around.
The sweet poetry that gently dances from your lips
is like a million tiny arrows going through my heart,
each leaving a lasting mark of what this means to me.
How can I feel so alive when you **** me constantly?
I lose myself in you.
I lose contact from reality.
Time stands still as our bodies dance a perfect, unrehearsed coreography,
inviting the stars above us to join this beautiful harmony.
You killed me again.
That smile you timidly and lovingly show to me,
imperfect, and, yet, so flawless,
it takes me away to a place I didn't know.
A place where all my pain goes away,
my worries vanish,
the world is gone,
and there's only me and you.
Please, don't **** me anymore.
My heart skips a beat everytime I even hear your name.
Oh, your name.
It comes out of my mouth so easily, so playfully,
and everytime it sounds new to me.
My lips just effortlessly spell your name,
feeling every letter of it kiss me tenderly as my mind wanders off,
off to your mesmerizing eyes.
Those eyes which cast a spell on me.
This spell that keeps me from taking my eyes off of yours.
Deep, loving looks, each looking for protection,
fearing a new sad tear to roll off,
yet convinced they are safe in my eyes.
*Would you **** me one last time?
The paragraph in quotations is a rough translation (made by myself) of a dialogue in Ernest Hemingway's "For Whom The Bell Tolls" (yeah, my book's in spanish). It is what inspired me to write this poem.
(Mérida)
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