I Love You
I love you
with a taste that does not come
from the mouth...
With a smell that does not come
from the body,
with wonder that it is not
seen with the vision.
I love you
In touches that do not
feel touching,
thoughts that do not
remain in thoughts, but
in deliriums ...
I love you when it weaves me
a magnificent texture,
that snatches ... something that occurs to me
When I find life in that thing
the poets, the dreamers
lovers call
love... !
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