Few times love
How many times, love, I loved you without seeing you and perhaps time without memory,
without acknowledging your look, without looking at you, centaury,
in contrary regions, in a burning noon:
you were just the aroma of cereals that I love.
Perhaps you saw, you figured to spend raising a cup
in Angola, in the light of the Moon of June,
or was you waist that guitar
I played in the darkness and it sounded like the wasteful sea.
I loved you without that I knew what it was, and looked up your memory.
In the empty houses I went with flashlight to steal your portrait.
But I already knew what it was. Suddenly
While you were going with me you played and stopped my life:
before my eyes were, reigning, and Queens.
As fire in forest fire is your Kingdom.
Wedding Love Poems