The mistery of my love

 

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The Ballad of my mysterious love

I

I have never loved,

   since loved me never

the women I loved

and I didn't love

those who tried to love me!

 

II

I firstly pursued

Impossible loves,

and when the overwhelming body

 forced me to love,

then I loved,

but it was not love;

 it was surely sweet discovery of pleasure,

flesh into flesh, fire with fire,

fury subsided into the abyss of life;

but it was not love.

III

Neither was love

the spasm which I waited

to see the air colored  

by your forms,

when it was enough for me

to feel your presence

ethereal and impalpable,

although present,

yet not mine

and it was not love.

IV

I'm still in search of you, sublime, decanted love.

Who are you fleeting present of God?

Are you for all of us or just for a few?

Do you really exist?

Are you a catcher of   hearts and reason?

Real or unreal?

Liar or truthful?

V

Still I'm seeking of you,

poignant love

unveiled eyes,

flying mate,

slave and mistress,

mother and lover,

mystery of life!

In Villasor 1980