What would happen when the sun lies down in my window,
and don't see us awake playing under the sheets?
Why leaving your memories alive,
in this funeral of my sad consolation?
Perhaps I wasn't the painter who painted your dreams with my love?
And the times I studied your anatomy,
wasn't in your back end that I graduated?
Who will answer when I call you your name and you're not here,
who will touch my weak points as only you know how to do it?
Don't you remember the rainy days where the rainbow looked at us jelaous,
waiting for the rain of our humidity to end
Have you forgotten the nights where my fingers walked through yor body with elegance,
and when my hands were perfumed with the essence that come out of you at the end?
If I have never sowed anguish inside you,
why do you saw pain inside me and reap my sorrows?
You were always the subject in my prayers to God,
then why do you preach the lack of love in me?
Oh woman,if in your lips and your sweat I calm my thirsty for love,
why don't you stay so I don't die of thirst?
(W.V) January/05/2019
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