You

My heart is addicted to you,

my instructions it won’t yield;

without words you swayed it.

At the thought of you it skips,

at dawn it reaches for you.

when you speak,

It ceases, gathers momentum

then races in pursuit of you.

My thought holds firmly to you,

you are her favorite spot.

Every trip brings her back to you,

you wash her with warmth,

and keep her toes curled.

My reality is devoid of you,

tears won’t bring you to me,

the love my heart holds;

can’t love you into health,

if it could, it won’t be enough:

Your emotion is a free spirit,

it delights in taking long trips…

Nasa, C.F