So it is true
How my soul is wrecked from missing you
I can not begin to comprehend
This mood of complete invincibility,
To a sudden unwelcome, melancholy.
You, who is too imperfect
A sheep, who in a slight breeze of change,
follows without second of a thought
towards the herd, the mediocre —
But how are you unperturbed,
Not a dot of concern, mon cherie?
That it seemed time had stopped
Only to heavily unfold and begin again
The moment my eyes meets yours...
So sure of your disposition,
Audacious even,
In the deep spaces of my heart.
But I can not lie...
My sun, my moon,
My love,— I am head
over heels, completely.
-A. Fernandez P.