Where are you love?
I follow your steps,
I lose myself when I'm walking,
where are you love of my life,
who you are?
In a pink sunset,
looking for your hand,
without finding it,
without kissing her,
without touching it.
Fill me with love,
wherever you are,
find me,
or give me coordinates,
to do it myself tonight.
I follow your steps,
and I'm nowhere.
Where are you love of my life?
Do you like the pink sky?
Steepshot
Aunque suene extraño, pocas veces he leído poemas en inglés. Este tuyo me gustó, por lo natural y expresivo, @karolayn.