Nature of Love
What
would be the last to know?
Rise
of the wild sun warmed our skin,
The
sweetest moonlight that light senses;
Or
the warning of the storm opens up our pleasure?
I
have kissed the wind when we’ve met,
Forming
the clouds in golden balls ahead,
Lying
in the water with cold applause;
And
even climbing the narrowest tree, I conclude.
Blaming
the flowers of May,
Remembering
my name only that day,
But
all I knew is the feelings for you;
Even
the farthest heaven that may God know.
I
can count the stones beyond the sea,
Fighting
these tides bolding my way,
Although,
I’m far from you;
But
I can reach the game over you.
