LOVE

Love...a word

a sense sweet lulluby

to sleep in nights of enchantment.

A blanket in the winter -

for your warm arms

are the complement

in this love season.

Love…

Water drops from the sky

dew drops from the sky

teardrops from a stare

when we’re distant from this feeling

we long for.

But the certainty of this great emotion

comes from this bursting feeling.

Sleeping love

smiling stare

at the beloved one

even inactively loving.

But I feel that in your dreams

you are fantasizing

my body and face.

And in this short or long wait

we keep waiting

for the awakening

of an eternal dream in one’s look

for an eternal reality showing.

But I live with this dream

warm, hot or boiling,

charging nothing

from your sober resting,

for your eyes, awake

or not,

show true

loving.

Versão: Emerson Almeida

(tradução é de outro idioma para o português; versão é do português para outro idioma.)