That the harsh winter has begun and without me your body remains frozen,
that one plus one doesn't turn out to be two if I'm absent
That your heart is unemployed and that love only works when we're in love,
that kills and is painful when I shoot you sometimes with my indifference
That the rose hidden in the garden below your navel wilts,
and that I'm the gardener who tends to take care of it
That the space of your bed become wides at night,
and only with my presence can you fill it
That I'm the seven days of your week,and twenty-four hours of your desire,
that you want a rainbow in the sky of your back after rain my kisses on it
That you prefer me poor rich in love,than rich with poor feelings,that I'm not handsome or I'm not perfect,but you admire with beauty my qualities and defects
(W.V) January/30/2019
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