From of my soul

I feel the chill wind that touches the deep of my being,
How to a whisper that comes from a forest in glooms
And fodder if you were here the hot thing that would be.

Maybe my face would have another face.
Maybe I would have new vigors to fly.

How can I live without you?

Though I am I, a person different from you,
I feel that my fullness depends on this love
so immense that I sit(feel) for you.

My soul has mutated, has turned into a part of you,
Where you also live; something interstitial.

As the orchid in a trunk: eternal symbiosis.
But … is true that The tree can live without this flower;
Though it makes it less beautiful.

Since I wanted that your also you needed of my to complement itself.

Not in a sickly way, but if that You wanted
To be with me the perfect Duality in the Unit.

I that the happiness is a personal responsibility,
But it only is real, when it is shared.

I think that for something the universe conspired
in order that our ways were crossing
Or perhaps were we only lost?
Was it only an accident?

Anyhow I have verified, I of certainly That it does not import all the lives, all the spaces, Part of my destiny) of this involuntary, eternal question Is…To love yourself.