Something else

It´s not your open brown eyes,

and their shade where I take cover,

neither those embracing nights

that protect me like a mother.


Nor the freedom in your smile,

hiding place to share with you,

honey world to stay alive,

no space left for weeping blue.


It´s not the strength of your soul,

iron shell against my fears,

that I need to feel around

knowing that you´re always near.


No, it´s not that easy to call

to find the right word to express

when many would say it´s love

¿might it not be something else?

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A beautiful poem, such delight to read this cold morinig,
have an amazing life,

XOXOX

 

Thanks a lot, Guadalupe. Enjoy.