Love is not fair

I walk for the street and I feel uncomfortable
in my mind everything must be different
then I start to realize that I’m the problem
I must embrace everything
but love doesn’t care about me,
with his garments, he conquers
I’m in solitude
things without soul are my books
but books don’t love as love does
I’m dreaming in solitude
the swans are gone too of my mind
they are so common here
the love is carrying a bride,
and the poet is thinking in pens
when I was a little girl and the pencils were mine
the courage of love