It´s not for your sweet kisses
or the time you daily agree to share.
It´s not for the intimacy we´ve developed by talking
It isn´t your loving attention nor a touching care.
It´s just because of the challenge I find to be ONE
when being simple two. The trust I commit in your hands,
when I walk away, talking honestly about our desires, likes or dreams,
by just being you and me.
I´m happy! Today I am... Those pictures I´ve seen these days when getting your computer repaired gave me the chance to know more about you, to understand your humble state of being much better (although I knew the golden cradle where you came to be rocked).
Knowing these facts by pictures made me feel myself blessed when being close to you: You picked me up from nowhere, at random, and here I am somehow connected to a past I never shared, I never knew. You have plenty lived, you know what you want, what you owned, and still remaining close or engaged to me, a man who does not belong to the world you knew from the beginning, while being a little beautiful girl. It´s sure you understand the connections you made with the people you knew and the men you once met, and here I am.
Now I think I´ve known from that past I never knew. Now I know whom you loved, the faces you once cherished, and I am who I am. What a privilege! (I don´t deserve you, but I am).
Looking at that past I wanted to hug you, to kiss you and my drive is increased. Looking at you is like looking at those pictures the time is fading to be disappeared and utterly lost in somebody’s memories: I wish I had been some of them! I wish I could see one of those days of your youth (this made me feel like crying). I would have loved you much more than them.
Time is gone and old pictures remains, but I do love you because we´re not bound to chains.
