A Song of a Heart.

My dearest love:

I feel my body is going to explode.

It´s exactly like have not air in my lungs. I breath but nothing come inside. Am I drowning?

The people around me is so far away from me. None of them means something, only you.

While enjoy the company of my friends, talking, or just travelling, I love my freedom besides all.

It felt like I could travel forever, without need or desire to stop. The wind is my wise guide, no limits in my walk. Fly and had not wings covers my dreams.

But, even with that kind of life, something is missing.

Inside my passion and wanderlust, there is a hunger.

Myself longing for you roars in complete and sensual silence.

I am going to ask you, gentle “Please, come, stay  with me because I am ready”

The storm is a rage, a profound  beat within me which needs to live more. In that time my mouth opens in a scream that pretend to be a pray.

In occasions it´s unbereable, I can´t wait any longer.

Impatient, my body is a song burning deep inside ready to be play.

The hurricane in my veins is also a thunder claiming to life. Simultaneously, I only can think that I could die without you.

Having a feeling so strong, I wonder if you are real.

How can I understand  this type of intense love?

This is growing as an ocean of light and dark clouds.

I´m trying to tell myself this could be not real but a part of my heart it´s telling me the opposite.

The both, my eternal wish and my deepest fear are coming true. Now I know there is no way to escape.  Everything are enlightened in blue tones. Are this madness? Inside me start to rain.

Blue, sweet pain in tides of mistery.

My tears appears trying to calm down the inevitable gale.

My ship has become a slow sadness. My words, the vehicle of my sorrow.

Is it me?

Far way from here, did you feel it? How the love enter as violent waves in a cold winter?

I don´t want to express all this out loud, knowing that in the corners of me this could be the cyanide that can kill me.

Oh, in this ocean lays a fire coming to life everytime I think about it.

Am I condemn to live passionally the rest of my entire existence? Yet I am still wanting feel the true rain falling into my skin.

And there it is. Energy flow in me like electricity.

Oh, me.