Ode to the real love

Some people give their hearts away

For a promise, an ephemeral illusion,

Some fall in love with their eyes,

Some with their circumstances,

I wish I hadn’t known about beauty

And the only thing my eyes could glimpse

Were your face close to my face.

The eyes can crave, our lives can be stuffed

With desires and expectations.

But when you come asking me to love you,

I regret the world and its turmoil,

And I wish it was just you and me,

You for filling my mind with your presence,

I for making of your world a shelter.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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