The Untold Word

For the lonely hours,

For the untold words,

For the facts made

With hands or by words,

For the silence

That you receive sometimes,

For the misunderstanding and for the pain,

For love that surround me

From that first night of autumn,

From that profound grain

Of secret love

Behind my actions,

For your restlessness

And for the questions

That you still ask to yourself

About me,

For your eyes

That I make them tighten

With despair

The tears of the night,

For the dreams

That makes my moments empty,

For my life

That received you

As a gift from God,

And for my nerves

Risen from your impossibility of finding,

For the yearning that I feel

Every morning,

For my behavior

Of notorious miscreant

And for your sacrifice,

Because the clouds ravished my night,

Because my king is me

And because my queen is you,

For the smiles

That I steal from you

In my unconsciousness,

For the horses who munches

The ember of my ex-fugitive existence,

For the days when shivering

I tired the phone,

For the unfair words

And for the old memories,

For my prayers all,

For your eyes

Today not kissed

And even for your steps

Who rummage burnt leaves,

For my cold hand

And for my bony shoulder,

For my linked wounds

Like the nails from a ship,

For childhood

And for not-offered flowers,

Because once

I started

To love you

With a despair

Never met before

And because by now

I haven’t stop despairing (…)

For the long road

On which I voluntary subdue you

For my friend’s words,

For the unknown experiences

Outside of you,

For the sun that had risen

Not a long time ago for me,

Because I touch you

Caddishly,

And because

I can’t stand

Loosing you,

For the darkness

And for my hate

Without a real base,

For my prolong childhood

And for hidden unhappiness,

For eternal love,

For all the years

When I really belonged to you

And for your boredom

Sometimes on the outside,

FORGIVE ME!