Apple,
I want you to know something too...
When I stare at the stars in my lonely nights, I too remember...
Your scent of woman perfumes me and the melancholy is all mine,
for the moments of sublime passion rendered mi heart vulnerable.
Every thought connects me to you, to those memories.
The sound of you voice, your smile, the aroma in your hair,
the taste of your lips... and your skin in my tongue erupting
in pleasure as I drunk of the passion of your desire.
As I burn in my tomb, in a ship like a viking, would I ever forget
every moment with you?
In the sea of eternity my soul will be wondering, unresting till
you come rescue my heart.
Ah...! The roots that you planted grew so deep in so short;
left a crater no one could ever fulfill.
For I thought I was destined to care for your heart,
and the wounds from your past see dissolve my arms.
Ah my love, that night I was left without words! Only tears to calm
my internal storm.
Was the flower that bloomed for you pure in my heart, till reality cruel,
cut it's stem from your life.
And, though my love can't not feed off "my beloved's love." Will as long
as I live, hibernate in my soul...,
and always..., always dreaming..., to awaken and find it alive!
And with you, right there by my side!
Osvaldo
01/06/08
Mary C. López
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