I love you like that, free as you are; pensive and confused, among the gardens where roses bathed in multiple colors grow. I love you this way, distant and lost between the work plans and your enormous silence that hides the beautiful maturity of the great men. I love you like that, so close in thought and so separated our bodies. Together in the memories that our hearts treasure as a symbol of perfect love. I love you this way, presumptuous and modest, promising promise that causes a glass of red wine. Art that captures the woman in love sighing while looking through her window. I love you so patient, elegant and simple; eloquent and pertinent. Love that is built in my most constant dreams and that keeps me alive in this world so empty of love.