Caused by a sensation we call love, Agony that blurs your mind away, It makes you uninterested in life And doesn’t let you think; Not an instant it leaves you alone. Theory says it is called love, It’s not real easy to explain. A little moment of clarity would help, A moment to be able to open yourself to ideas and thoughts. Who created this sensation which is so complicate? No one can really be able to say what love means. It’s a sensation, or a feeling? It’s a feeling that doesn’t let you sleep, A feeling that doesn’t let you think a single word Is this what we call love? A complicated way to live, A labyrinth, a maze of sour dreams, A wonderful feeling that leaves sores on your life. Sores that make a tear roll down you cheek When you eagerly try to think of an easy way to stay out of this; A paradise turned to hell, An extremely fascinating emotion that is rare and sensual; A passionate and tender devotion; Affection based on admiration, A rapture, a sensation, a sixth sense which doesn’t help in any way, But it’s there, A lively and enduring interest, An interest that blurs your mind and brings peace; Happiness for a moment, And then rips you off and makes you think, You think of a way, A way to forget her enchantment, But you can’t, you try and never succeed, For it’s love, it is esteem, A fascination, a passion, a flame, an infatuation, love.
Reason for writing:
She broke my heart but I will never forget her. Even if you did not notice I loved you with all my heart. Sabes <nombre> que fuiste una persona muy especial para mi y nunca te voy a olvidar.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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