Among oceans of poems you are
the harbour where my soul clings,
your eyes are the lighthouse that guides me,
your laughter, the greatest pleasure on this earth.
Your verses are dawns of fire,
mine, dark cold night.
Your lips, burning poetry,
my letters, poor light of sunsets.
Between oceans of verses and storms,
I sail hastily in your footsteps.
With dreams and illusions that you nourish,
I cling to your inspired rebellion,
the only compass that sustains me,
as I head towards your port, my poetry.
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