Thoughts of A Lover
Sweet kiss upon my cheek, more true then summer’s heat.
More fire burns in every heartbeat, for fortune has returned, as though holy blessings run deep.
Red ribbon entwines my mind, leaving me beautifully blind.
It steals my thoughts. What a splendid crime.
An arrow pierces through me, as beats echo con mi corazón , which brings a spell over my internal essence.
I shift my beliefs with the possibility, new hope,
New thoughts, new emotions, new breathes.
I have found my impossibility.
By: Edgar Guajardo