lluviadeabril
lluvia & rain
If I had but a word to reach
it would one of yours, my sweet,
a breath in print is where
all begins and ends for me.
There is an instant, a moment in the day
a pause that’s worth an entire life in wait,
and in it keeps the marvel of your gaze.
There is, my love,
a road I travel once and again
to breathe the breath
that carries you to me each day.
