martes, 25 de septiembre de 2007

Love

I love you more than the warmth
Of the tender hand of a mother on her child’s face.
There are no flowers in spring
If I can’t be with you today.
I love you more than all virtues in this world
You mean much more to me
That someone I may want.
Your love is so strange that I realized that you enjoy carving
Your name in my heart.
Now, I ask you: “Is it funny?”
It seems it is.
I can tell you babe,
I am a wrecked ship in the sandy shore
So, please don’t you ever-ever leave alone.

1 comentario:

aLdaNa... dijo...

Hi, Fer! How beautiful you write, girl! Keep on doing so, it's very pleasant to read your entries!
Aldana.