Mystery of my love
I
I have never loved,
since never loved me
the women I loved
and I didn't love
those who tried to love me!
II
I first pursued
Impossible loves,
and when the overwhelming body
forced me, I loved,
but it was not love;
it surely was 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 been 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 so 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 oh my Elem?
Are you a catcher of hearts and reason?
Real or unreal?
Liar or truthful?
V
I'm still seeking of you,
poignant love
unveiled eyes,
flying mate,
slave and mistress,
mother and lover,
mystery of life!
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