FRUIT OF AN ILLUSION.

When you touch me, even if subtly,
Suddenly, my dreams of love sharpen.
When face to face I look at you,
Deeply, deep in your eyes,
I sense in your beautiful face, a probable
Possibility of love emerging...
I get involved, in the face of all the context, I become conceited...
Then, I notice you blushing, emotional...
We remained silent for a few seconds and finally,
I came to the conclusion of the lack that lives in your heart.
And, I believe that the “other” may be the result of an illusion...