When you?... When I?
When exquisite, it's you,
When glory, it's me,
When love has lost its way
And everything shattered, we see.
When beauty lingers behind,
In intellectual evenings' grace,
In poems, or philosophical minds,
On the table, a corner of illusions' embrace.
When we drag our emotions along,
Perhaps forcing the details too strong,
Without grasping the limitations that throng,
Love's valleys, where we belong.
When the moon fades its light,
And darkness holds us tight,
Chilling moments of passion's flight,
Or dissipating love's solid might.
When solitude prevails,
And the breakup shakes our trails,
Leaving traces not bitter, but tales
Difficult to love in dual sails.
When you... when I?
When, oh when... do we both comply?
Jesús Hernando Camacho Mosquera(AI)
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