Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

He speaks a man, a woman

thousand things are said

one speaks his mind

the other does not know what he's talking

Senses are mixed in pairs

one incisor and conscious

the other subjective and objective

Ingredients that require love

and that the language does not grant

sometimes the greater sense

the springing of a sigh

which emanates a touch

the dictates of the heart

who comes and everything calms

who are born and never dies

Meanwhile, look at your face, doubts

seem to talk without echo

my passions seething

dream of a past

and what we aspire is mine

or something that I have woven

I want to tell you

if I do it a thousand ways

and any you find

How I can get to your soul

if your heart does not feel me

and knows the song of my love

when the current leads

Now imagine the end of the story

you calling my presence

I suck my happy

While whatever you want

as long as they torment

while you are between the heavens

or landing at my side

I congratulate you on your day

not a friend of yours

but as a special

it feels much closer

Samuel Levy Akinin

Valentine's Day

He speaks a man, a woman

thousand things are said

one speaks his mind

the other does not know what he's talking

Senses are mixed in pairs

one incisor and conscious

the other subjective and objective

Ingredients that require love

and that the language does not grant

sometimes the greater sense

the springing of a sigh

which emanates a touch

the dictates of the heart

who comes and everything calms

who are born and never dies

Meanwhile, look at your face, doubts

seem to talk without echo

my passions seething

dream of a past

and what we aspire is mine

or something that I have woven

I want to tell you

if I do it a thousand ways

and any you find

How I can get to your soul

if your heart does not feel me

and knows the song of my love

when the current leads

Now imagine the end of the story

you calling my presence

I suck my happy

While whatever you want

as long as they torment

while you are between the heavens

or landing at my side

I congratulate you on your day

not a friend of yours

but as a special

it feels much closer

Samuel Levy Akinin