I loved loving you like a lover,
Like when you sang to me of your pain, on the Samba lyre.
And when the summer passes like the wind,
I only saw one memory of the two of us
That of a few kisses that still tickle my heart.
Without you the next moment weighs me down with a thousand thoughts
Then my heart gets used to singing the sorrow of my suspicious soul.
Does the moon have to burn the whole wick for you to tell me?
But that is not the question
When the dance of blood shrouds the roots of our loves,
When seduction and charm are just a tiny part of our lies.
But my heart tells me that a love wound seems eternal
That he read it on your eyelashes
And that love is daring to love at the risk of hurting yourself.
Today I am waiting for you under the tree of Eden
At the bottom of a silk blanket
Like the one who opened my eyes with you.
I still love you.
©mathusalah
M