Was you

You came without warning and asked me for silence.This silence that deafens my soul, and is afraid of what I do not see.

I am a light that inspires a new life in you, but  goes away if you live distant.

I write metaphors of a sincere heart, half to lose me from fear, the other to meet me.

Worse than a boat full of hungry people, it is a great strong ship, but without anyone to tell its history.

I prefer a thousand times to die poor and to be loved, than die rich without being someone’s love.

I’ll be happy for every good memory that brings you, for every ray of light that makes you smile. 

I did not choose to love you this way. Was you.