El Amor No Es Real
¿Qué eres, si no el reflejo de mis sueños?
Será por eso que tan inalcanzable te volviste.
Con ansia espero el día de conocerte.
Con ansia espero pasar mi mano por tu delicado rostro
The poet speaks beyond his words
The poet writes in rhythmic verse
To which he feels true.
The dead poet sat at my side.
His breath inspired my pen
And his presence inspired deadly themes.
Every thought revolves around you
I don't understand
what keeps us in different routes.
Why are you not bold enough to ask
Aphrodite promised your return on Beltane
I hang to her words with the last hope
Love can give.
Spring is still young