I Have and I Will

I stayed awake to watch you sleep.


Not so long ago you gave to me
one best moment of love.


Let me tell you about this moment:

The sunlight kissed your cheek,

you were still asleep.


I admired your beauty,
and caressed the lines of your beautiful face.

I thought to myself,
years from now I want to do the same,
remember the love I have with you,
and caress the lines of your beautiful face
once again.

You breathed in complete harmony.

The bright morning
carried memories of
listening to your heartbeat,
holding your hand,
and the gentle journey of my lips on your lips.


"Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone"


You moved your hand.

I thought for a while that I was not dreaming,

yet I realized that dreaming with you
was now possible from a love alive within me,
for your love had made my love dream
the best dreams it could dream.

I kissed you at that moment.

You taught my lips how to kiss.

You taught them how to desire one more kiss from you.


You were sleeping.

I stayed awake,
I thought,
I felt,
I smiled,

I saw,
I envisioned,
I dreamed,

I stared at you,
I looked at your eyes,

How beautiful the woman I love!

I kissed you again...

...As long as I can breathe
I want to live in love with you.


I closed my eyes while at your side,
I wrapped my arms around you,
and a warm hug made me feel the softness of your skin.

Body Undressed

"Who do you think should be the King?,

whoever has the power..."




I recognize the power of money,
the power of education,
the power of knowledge,
the power of safety,
the power of...

...do they surpass love?

they do not even equal love - FAR FROM IT!


Please, don't ask me

why or how,

for from within I give you this:

All this power will unfold in the
shrinking of the heart
and the inflation of the head.



LOVE - it will be HIGH ABOVE.


Love, it will always be enough,
never disconnected from incessant growth.

It was the inmost beautiful expression of love,
but not the only one beautiful within love expressed.



I see the warm families,

her smile,

her smile,

and her smile;

all of their families loving.



I think of the love I want to live:

the arms that pull you back in a warm hug as you are happy or sad,

the infinite potentiality to love regardless towards better love,

the eyes that even in the ugly can look at the most beautiful and see how beautiful you are,

the day, the night, the all at once life to love at all times and to love to be together!



I take a moment to observe the leaves swirl...


...could it be that in all of the coldness
I get pushed away to
desire:

"I don't want to cry,

I don't want to love this way"


I am afraid love lost its two partners,
and it became the clearance opportunity
for others to claim themselves as owners.

I am afraid love became contained
in:
confused, sad, melancholy,
uncertain, hurt, lonely, misunderstood,
and
it lost its simplicity to love.


I give up.

I Do

I cannot invite you to a goodbye,

neither to invite myself to write to you the last line.


If you leave, I will not leave my arms closed,

If you walk that way, I will not run away from your smile,

and if you become unsure, I will not become afraid of loving you.


And at this place that many might call the end,
and that I might call the life lived,

all what matters to me is that you are loved,

that you enjoy flying in freedom.


And one day
when
you and I invite each other to

think,
feel,
and admire

the beauty of our love lived,

I will enjoy
a hug,
a smile,
and a kiss from you.

"High achievement
always take place

in the framework
of high expectation."

- Charles Kettering

Under Many Blankets

It was that kind of a world.


My life was cold.


I had not found you.



Then you found me or I found you,

we found each other.


Love.

My life now whole.

A Life Lived

At my age of 44 I will glance back to the earlier,

and I will still envision in and through the unknown...


...I have a ring that almost sunk like the Titanic,
but it did not sink,

I still warm it with my breath, clear it, and make it shine.

My ring has wings to sore from a day forth,
and it was shaped to carry and hold love with it,
everywhere and every time,
love from both the giver and the holder.


A flower was a symbol, a gift,
a smile was a conscious and unconscious I enjoy you,
a hug was all my affection for you,

a kiss and all that came with a kiss was all my love for you.


They told me one time the story of a lady
whose husband crashed against a gasoline container truck.

He turned into ashes in seconds.

She wanted to have her husband back but she could not.
She wished she would have crashed with him
so that her pain would not exist,

but her children were the best gift her husband left to her,
and that was the best gift to keep on living,

it was the best gift that reminded her of their dream,
the dream she had dreamed many days with him,
the dream of raising their children in love

and this dream was all worth to live for.


A flower,
a smile,
a hug,
a kiss,

A LIFE LIVED.

A flower,
a smile,
a hug,
a kiss.

Love, Total of

My feet adhered to the floor,
covered by concrete,
registering a number impossible for the scale to show,


My hands numbly armed,
exposed to insecurity,
already feeling slow to touch...


...To miss a kiss,

to miss kissing you...


...And even my inside,
the rhyme of an earthquake,
trusting to love today.


What takes to not change out of fear?

How to make out of nothing to have and live relationship?


I want to kiss you,
in a second, in a minute,

I want to kiss you,
in an hour, in a day,

I want to kiss you,
in month, in a year,

I want to kiss you,
in my entire life.