Wind and Love merge through the window
In the night when I feel cold, I opened the window
My face on the window pointing to the door
I monitor all doors and conners
Believing in myself to see you come out
But you are just a wind
the moment I became to hear what you said
I felt your love
I always pointing my face at the window thinking of to see you
I never knew you never exist
The windows were just an entrance
My instincts were big of you
so I wanted to know you more
Depsite the sweetnesses of your tongues
and the letters of your love
I was ready to roll in your door
unfortunately it was not a window nor a door
It makes me not to realize where you are coming from
You are not the person I thought you were
you are an air the speaks to my ears
I enjoyed your voice because it is likes a rhythms
The tune's I can't stop saying
coordinating the routes and merging of the season.
Es verdad que el viento nos inspira muchas cosas y con el podemos referirnos como un aliciente de la vida que nunca acaba ty es perpetuo mientras respiremos y mientras sintamos. Gracias por compartir.
gracias admiro tu comentario, un comentario realmente agradable.
In the wind the caresses of love arrive like a sacred perfume, but just as it arrives it leaves, taking with it that aroma of jasmine that enchanted us and now never again.
Thanks for sharing your verses.
Good day.
Thanks I admire your comment, a really nice comment.