Sometimes I get to thinking
that in some lost corner,
among whispers of stars,
there is a beloved complement.
I'm not looking for a ‘better half’,
nor an ‘almost something’ that peeps out,
nor a furtive ‘let's see’,
that destiny is usually a man.
I want a sincere embrace,
that chases away loneliness,
a soul that laughs with mine,
without doubt, without ambiguity.
A laughter that is song,
a look that is fire,
a hand that holds me,
a heartbeat that feels the game.
A love without time,
without clocks that mark hours,
that there is no ‘maybe’ or ‘perhaps’,
but a now that treasures us.
