Love...

Love,
like a fire that sudden follows
the pale charm of a sweet and reckless night,
like the rings around a moon that hollow
leaks and turns his eyes into her bright,
like a road without beginning
with the certainty that never ends
and the streets that keep on resembling
to the color of his hair,
like that sense that tends to follow
the last glimpse of conscious thought
while will and heart only attend to
the sound of his voice,
like a desperate attempt
to find meaning out of his sight
when it’s already to late
to forget and let it pass.

Love,
like those letters I wrote on rain drops
lost and lasting in the sea,
like a pray that lacks and answer
but rocks a heart that cannot see,
like an eagle that owns freedom
but decides to share a dream,
like the mask I wear and live on
waiting silently to be real,
like my steps bring you back
while the world falls apart,
like the memories you hide
in the corners of my heart.

Love,
Like an autumn leave that defies the fall
and challenges the coolest air,
like a kiss that never happened
but burns those lips that urge to care,
like a map without a treasure
painted by your eyes deeply in my skin,
like the silence that always follows
once revealed how we truly feel,
like those dreams we set on fire
on the edge of sense over your bed,
and the stars that shine above us
when we find heaven on earth,
like the fear that never showed us
to walk away or end our time,
like the objections that confront us
when over heart tries to rule a mind.

Love,
like a song that as a hope
falls deeply into despair,
like a chance to start over
but over dawn it’s caused to fail again,
like a clock that stops its dances
to admire the destiny we fear,
like a wish that never happens
but neither can we dismiss,
like a fool that takes her chances
on a dream already doomed,
and the face to hide her faces
when cycles do their turn,
like those moments we will find
when we lose what we now have
like each time fate gives us a fight
and we pledge to fortune to keeps us alive.

Love,
Like the promise of a morning
remembering caress to drain all doubts
while silence protects what’s given
hiding safe what should be locked,
like a storm whose essence struggles
to become the sweetest rain
wishing fire could become water
so not be destined to take different ways,
like those hundred times I cursed him
and took back every word
when intended to hurt him
I wounded myself the most,
like that lie that cannot lie
when you’re suddenly aware
it wasn’t a dream died at first light
but the love you always craved.