I give you the years that I still have to live,
those that I already lived and the way I feel about you
The north of my lips and my heart,
and the sleeping south of my body that wakes up when the passion arrives
My inside childhood that sometimes plays with my maturity,
my journey through life and the fatigue of no having found a love that makes me happy
The sentimental socialism that pushes me to the poverty of being without you,
all the riches of love saved in the bank of my sentiment
The right and the wide side of my bed,
my dawn,my wet dreams and the marks on the bed sheets
The alphabet of my poems and my mind,
the letter A wanting to reach the letter Z when it tries to hide
My sorrows wrapped with bows of joy,
my peace,my wars,but no shots killing our soul
I give you my sky with its clouds,rain,and also sunny,
the rainbow and its colors,and the spring of my face bloomed with love
I give you!
(W.V) May/17/2019
©williamv
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