There.

There´s a possessive zeal within me

I cannot grasp to deny nor understand.

There´s  joy mingled in sound loving bonds

driving me crazy to hug, to protect or defend

my tolerance zone.

There´s a dream I´m daydreaming up to nights

while I meet you each day, at loosed time,

like if we were walking to Paradise.

I have loved you!

I have love you!

But your choice shows no kind favor

I´ve loved you! (In vain?)

And your lips fade with its flavor,

´cause distance is not my friend

to end this up as routine endeavor.

Ago 2012