my lover

My lover

I see you in every man on the street
and I could not be much happier
when details are revealed
in such divine way.
Smile when fingers hold a cigarette
as if it’s a flower,
even you don’t know that.
Steps I’m watching carefully,
the turns and runs are rhytms for ancient dance.
Your jacket I wish to take down
is a door to a magical world.
Jeans and shirt change clothes forever.
Imagine in pictures
very slowly
when you step in the car
and put the hands on the wheel
staying there for a moment
to get down the window
and then start the engine
the car is out of my sight.
Leave me in full emotion
to remember you
until I see the next one.
Sitting once on the bench in the park
close my eyes for a glimpse
and I see you
hear your voice
as a whisper who travels from nowhere.
I accept it as a gift
who is given to me to be happy.
And surprise! you appear next to me
saying nothing.
You are and anyone could be
but the travel bring me to a desert or an ocean
to the land of unknown.
Here I’m born as human being.
Daily you dazzle me for a thousand times,
yet still haven’t met you.
Live in this paradox
with entire being.
My heart is pounding every time I see you
kissing a girl.
Your mouth is a symphony of pleasure
lifted to a high level,
who give again, again and again…
Standing up in bus you listen music,
the bag is hanging on the shoulders,
eyes are luminous.
Dream I am your tune
who make your body shiver
mind come near sharp knives
soul return to origins.
Remark the depth under words,
Sometime curve trying to find the beauty of you.
Any whether, of couse,bring surprises.
Thanks to you I climbed mountains, raiding horses
learned to look after sunset
and most of all teached me to laugh.
As circus clown I fooled myself just for fun,
purely put me in a tempest of dream and reality.
But I was crying a river when you were too far.
Walk, my lover and let me be enchanted
by your simple gestures.
From place to place
doing your daily things
with my eyes wide open
not let you to be lost,
but allow freedom.
I could recite poems about your eyes
I think mirrors of the paradise itself.
If this eyes decide to look at me
I am the lady of your heart.
Transform in a statue of refine lines and fire inside.
Do not owe you, my lover,
you belong to the Creator,
who, in His infinite Mercy
allow me to be with you.
New as a baby and old as our planet or more,
I recognise you
declare this truth.
Tears come as crystals and tell the story
of a girl,
who miss you so much,
but not waiting,
cause we are together from the Beginning,
held in a ring of perfection.
And as a mistery,
our ride is a road of living The One.

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