Love Never Dies...

¿ARE YOU STILL MINE?

In my tired body there's no exist more promises anymore, dreams or desires,
only a deep and silent love, a blinded love that conquered my spirit,
that made me be free in the fullness of its essence,
that took me to the safe home of a patient love, warmth, innocent.
I loved you with my eyes looking through your soul,
with these hands that day by day harvested words of love for you,
with my tears full of feelings and pain, with my silent lips, despertare of you,
with my heart longing you as its long for eternity.


I've loved you with my impefect nature, with my sadness and troubles.
I've loved who you are, in the distance to recognize just your essence,
to satisfy myself only with your existence.
I had lived with the heat of your own longing, of your love to me.


We've been confident of each-other, friends, partners, lovers..
I've been your hands and you've been my eyes,
through which we looked the moment of a piece of precious
and lonely world to love just you and me,
without more witnesses that this love that burns each-other,
but look my love, this rose has also thorns, this love also consumes us,
it hurts so much as the abscence itself, as the oblivion,
 as a disease without cure.


Pheraps, my words can not reach anymore your frozen heart
in this premature winter,
in these cold fields where your soul takes refuge away from me..
where is your soul, why i can't find your look in front of mine..
¿Why are you hiding your heat from me?


We live just the passion of the separated lovers,
in a cruel and tortuous agony to find us,
to release in some way this fire that kills us,
that involves in ashes your need and mine.
But in the shadows of night,
when everything involves me and im little and alone,
all trembles, its getting big, it reduces me to tears,
i can only think in your sorrow and mine,
in your heart so separated and aching,
in this love that we've let to the will of wind and cold,
in a place so lonely as my heart without you.


I know i've made many mistakes, im regretfull for all of them,
and i suffer them each day, to each moment
when my eyes cross with yours in my thoughts,
to each instant when my heart remembers you
and i feel you away, so away and distant from me,
each time i see the passing of the hours and i can't stop the time,
and i can't change the world and i cant change to myself,
or change the emotions that made me to hurt you,
what i said and what i've done,
and all i can do is to tighten the lips and cry in silence.


To cry and cry for you and me, to be together and not to be,
for your absence and mine, for your love that has not roses to me anymore,
for the golden moments that had let in the memory,
for wanting to hold your hands and kiss your eyes,
say that i love you and cry in front of you,
lying down in your lap and so ashame to have hurt you,
as a little child, indefense and humble, and then you are there,
with that peacefull face, with your look always clear,
always transparent to me..


To cry, because when hours has gone,
when the fights has left behind, delayed,
when souls rest and the night is our mother,
the tears are a river that doesn't stop,
and i just want to stretch my hand in the darkness and feel yours, loving and warm,
to look into your eyes, whose are always welcomes,
i want just to touch your heart, to touch it tender and deeply
with the essence of my love, i just want to feel newly  your nearness,
of that, your frozen heart.