I lost myself without expecting it,
In the depths of his gaze,
In the infinity of his smile,
In all his quirks, I found myself,
Like echoes on cold nights,
Where his melancholy
Ignited the warmth I lent him.
He stole me with flaws and virtues,
Like stars stolen from the sky,
No one else, only him, with his attitudes,
Guiding my being with his grief.
I lost myself in the universe he created,
And in that labyrinth of love,
He found me.
