They say that love at first sight exists, that an angel throws arrows of love to the heart without explanation or condition.
That if you see a star shine, it's your love that shines with happiness. A thousand ways there are to feel and explain what beats in my chest.
I look with melancholy at the moon in all its splendor. I cry out to it with sealed lips that you are my only love, distant, unreachable. My lips cannot kiss you, my arms cannot caress you.
Moon, you who watch me from on high, see how my longing eyes weep. I wish to hold in my arms the love of my dreams, that chimera that consumes me in infinite desires.
There are a thousand ways to explain what love is like. I prefer to express it in poems, for as I write them, I can wipe the tears from my eyes.
As I look at the moon, I see your face reflected, that image that makes me fall in love and torments me in equal parts.
In this lunar serenade, my heart sheds its most passionate verses, turning the night into the confidant of my deepest longings.
May my words fly to you, my unreachable love, and may the moon be the messenger that carries them to your soul.