To lover's love

there's no place you can hide
away beloved mine
there's no room
in this land
where you can run
sublime

there's no space
in this time
where love and logic
may survive

there's magic
in your hands
that cures
this heart of mine

rhyme is the key
and meaning the truth
on this ocean the cruise
that took the bruise
away from me

come, sit, be kind
talk, relentlessly
I am not blind
not carelessly
I'll be fine
as long as you are not confined


Cuentos y Poesías por Cristhian Bourlot se encuentra bajo una Licencia Creative Commons Atribución 3.0 Unported.
Basada en una obra en cristhianbourlot.blogspot.com.ar.