El amor eleva a los más alto del cielo,
caer de tan alto
rompe más que los huesos
el alma.
Recuerdo danzar entre las nubes
sentir las estrellas entre mis dedos,
tocar la luna con un suspiro
dibujar una galaxia en tu pecho.
Las nubes no sostenían mis pies,
o eran tus manos las que me soltaban,
al final de caso
era ya lo que más amaba.
Recuerdo mirar mientras me fotografiabas
recuerdo mirar que me amabas,
sólo quedaron las fotos
y el deseo de tocar la luna denuevo.
Love lifts to the highest in the sky,
to fall from so high
breaks more than the bones
breaks the soul.
I remember dancing among the clouds
feeling the stars between my fingers,
touching the moon with a sigh
drawing a galaxy on his chest.
The clouds did not hold my feet,
or it was his hands that let me go,
at the end of the day
it was only me who loved the most.
I remember looking while you photographed me
I remember watching you love me,
only the photos remained
and the desire to touch the moon again.
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What a remarkable poem ... well done!
That is so heartbreakingly beautiful. I do know love will find you again and that one will be wonderful to you and value your sweet, deep soul.