The first time I confessed my love for you, all the lights
in the house went out.
You held on to my arms because you were afraid of the
dark so I lit up some candles and in the midst of the fire dancing, you slowly
felt at ease.
My dear, love is not always a bright flame. Sometimes it’s a
shadow you want to escape from, a ghost you are afraid of. It’s not always like
the cheerful morning that you expect but more like a night that keeps you
awake.
You took all the stars in the sky with you the night you
left, all the street lights that light the world went out. To live without you
is like walking along the streets without feeling the rays of the sun; to sleep
on a bed similar to a desert by day and cold as snow by night; to have a shadow
that I don’t seem to know.
When night falls, when everything is over, I will once again
turn off the lights and get myself used to this flashing of admiration.
Here is my prayer; time is on our side yet we don’t know
when it will turn its back on us. Let us make our past our shield, forget
the worries of the present, I beg this of you. Together let us heal the wounds
brought by this love. Let me embrace you in times of your happiness and sorrow;
help me fall in deep slumber, make waking up worthwhile.
This heart of mine still belongs to you; that’s why my love,
when everything is over stay by my side.
By Rico (Juan Miguel Severo)
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