LOVE IS

Love walks in shadows and in light,
It is a whisper in the darkness,
I cry in the dawn,
It is a river that does not seek banks
and a root that grows in the storm.

Born at the dawn of two glances
that are found without being sought,
in the unnoticed touch of two souls
who, without knowing it, were already called
since before the first dawn.
 
Sometimes it is a blanket of calm,
a warm silence on rainy nights,
 the sigh that dances between lips
without needing to be heard.
Other times it is fire without a name,
hurricane that devours the days,
 storm that tears away at the roots
all certainty and sowing in the abyss.
 
It is the invisible thread that binds the centuries,
the tattoo marks left by those who loved
in the stones and in the wind,
the trace of an immortal longing
that crosses generations and gods,

Love is sweet when it is offered,
bitter when silent,
eternal when released,
fleeting when it clings.
It is an enigma, a labyrinth of mirrors,
a promise that sometimes lies
and other times it saves.

There are those who find it in a kiss,
others in the absence,
some in waiting,
and not a few in loss.
There are those who seek it in desire,
others in delivery,
and there are those who never see it
even if they carry it inside.

He is a wandering god
that changes its face with each story,
who loves with the skin,
with the blood,
with the soul and with the shadow.
He is an angel and a ghost,
a refuge and a wound,
a beginning without an end.

Whoever understands it, loses it.
Whoever catches it, makes it disappear.
He who lives it, is lived by it.
Because love is not just one,
but a thousand ways to burn in the same flame.