Springs

I love you and I'm changing the way I see your eyes desperate for my wishes.

You long for one of my faces that they fly very high the unhappy feelings.

In the distance, I've seen you exiled from my fervent loves in the cruelest arid land.

You quench thirst in the springs of my caresses, but in moments, I feel the scourge of your heartbreak.

It distresses me to know your absence. We are so closely united by the epidermis not the sweet souls.

I invoke that distance as unique Palliative of strength of my doubts to the fickle form of our love.