What can the love in my soul
be compared to another wonderful soul
which is so far and yet so close of my self?

What can this symbiosis
between two souls can be?

What can love be
when you feel you cannot sleep at night,
that every drop of dew becomes a crystal
in your heart, when every breeze of wind
has magical meanings?

What can love be
when you feel that you want nothing more
in this world that to be with the soul you love?

But what can love be
in other transcendental realities?

What about our souls?
Are our souls a waterfall,
a true Niagara or a smile,
a flirt of an angel?

Are our souls
a mere mood of a fairy
or a lightening in a summer rain?

Our souls could be
all of this and much more.

But what really happens
in that transcendental reality
when we feel we are truly in love,
that we love so much that it hurts?

That the air in the room
is unbreathable, that the sentimental,
spiritual or physical distances kill us?

What happens
when dawn find us sadder than ever,
looking for an excuse or an argument
for the person we love so much,
our Great Love?
What are all these??

What are the looks
lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment
or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?