I mean I love you

I mean I love you

Quite a stranger of what love really is,
present myself in front of you,
darling,
man of my dream,
incarnated beauty of Lord,
master of my heart.
You’re being single for such a long time,
far from my touch,
wondering streets,
enchanting people with presence,
and me?
Don’t worry.
Still missing you days and hours,
sometime in such rush, longing to be the mould,
but happy you are safe and sound.
Say you are not handsome,
do I care about that?
I am in love of what your body does,
face is expressing,
your moves make me tremble.
Weak to the bones,
or fearless like a lion,
beaten, with tears in your eyes,
mouth create such wonderful smiles,
put mask of indifference,
never let anyone to feel the heart,
crippled
or on the cover of man magazines.
What in the world I care about such things?
You are married.
My love,
I already aware of your status,
blessings to the lovely wife
and adorable kids.
I’ve seen photos.
Imagine the arms that hold her every night,
still in love with you.
You failed on stairs and broke the leg,
I say looking into your green eyes:
will be your leg, if you want.
You take insuline shots two times a day,
what is the big deal?
I just go to take a coffee, I am not leaving you.
You are dead,
I am blushing when I know
you are looking at me and see my soul,
hope you forgive me,
of course, still in love with you.
Remember me not,
don’t want to cause you suffering.
Enjoy the ride,
be open and listen the angels.
I’ve seen you circle, triangle,
other geometrical forms,
do I care what you are right now?
Be everything you want to be,
in full sanity,
flash in the ground,
mysterious,
open like a blossomed flower,
never return my calls,
let me wait in rain until get pneumonia,
kiss every inch of my body,
fat or thin,
black or white,
you are a celebrity,
an absolute insignificant person,
sing, dance, doing magic,
work in a office until you drop,
write, reading or not, going clubs,
most shy and humble man
I could ever meet,
childish,
burnt to the skin,
background with hard bricks,
which didn’t collapse
even to the most powerful earthquaqes,
lost in the world of isteria,
loneliness,
happy and satisfied until indecency,
womanizer,
dreaming of idilic relationship,
waiting for paradise to come,
instead look deep inside the soul.
People threw me away from their path,
for still loving you.
Don’t care a bit.
Caress you in every possible way
that my imagination permit,
hug for an endless time,
feel your lips over mine,
mind try to find a bridge to heaven.
Your hands is a story of legend,
I have not created them,
but read and memorised every line, cut and vein.
They are an work of art,
who sculpt, hold, drive, grab, move in grace,
could lay my cells to calm down,
in the same time put into fire.
You are the expression of my Lord,
I am enchanted of your being,
life and death in continuity of eternity,
we are rolling,
change our external shape,
still in love with you,
whenever, whatever you are.
Voice made me the princess of lost kingdoms,
where live faires and Peter Pan,
scratched the tonality on skin,
who became shining and clean,
my soul flying up to the sky and beyond,
whispers to my ears I could listen fovever.
I am not perfect either,
please stop hurting yourself by telling me
such untrue words.
There is nothing in the world
could make me change my mind.
We are free spirits, out of chains,
not steping on free will.
I walk my fingers on your eyes, cheeks and mouth,
intensely look at you ,
cause with this face
will not see you ever again.
With or without you,
I mean I love you.

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