If you could watch you sleep, love, you would understand the meaning of all the poetry that can not guess at the limits of your eyelids. Because you should know that when you advance in your dreams, do not look like I do.
discover your position not manly and proud, his arms crossed under your head or your hair falling over his face. Do not listen at your leisure, pleasant breathing or write poetry at the nakedness of your back.
I just look at you. I just realize that things do not admit: in the shadows are more mine in spite of your barriers. I robbing the kisses and I keep in the box with flowers you gave me for use in the sad days. You see, here I am, ready to explode.
Let me speak from the depths. Let me reach all of this merciless tenderness ...
're here, in the privacy of my sheets, such as waiting for you. Awake watching you deny the love that comes over you sleep for fear of injury, doubt, to the bet. Not knowing that I look at you without sleep, and quietly await the moment when you look at me ...