18.08.2021
Love, What Is Love
Softly on youmy body slipped,
my hand landed
on your breasts for a while.
You were no longer a child,
you were a woman, like her.
My soul, if you want,
I give it to you.
Maybe one day you will understand what is
this love inside me,
that won't leave you for a while,
that doesn't plant you for a no.
What it could be? Love, what is
love, this love that binds me to you?
Your skin, in front of me
surrenders itself increasingly.
I discover you and you are
my woman, only you.
You're no longer a little girl,
you’re more of a woman than she is.
My soul, if you want,
I give it to you.
Are you saying, because you know
what this love inside you is,
that won't leave me for a while,
that doesn't plant me for a no.
What it could be? Love, what is
love, this love that binds me to you?