loving is not just lying with you in bed

not even the infamous wishes of memories

to love is to contemplate looking at the soul

to love is a sigh looking into the eyes

that make your voice tremble

not out of fear, not by chance

but because of that feeling that is in the chest

that do you feel all over your body

that jumps through the pores and emits in a glance

that shines in the eyes

flashes in the longings for a hug

tearing down the obstacles covered by the mist

clearly fades the shadows

letting the firelight come on

that the cravings and wishes are satisfied

flying in a fantasy of tastes and dreams

whetting the appetites of meat and

quenching the thirst for love.