love-poems

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

No!I don__ love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet,and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don__ love you!I just like you, a little....

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.