segunda-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2011



Something as Love


Sometimes, people ask me,

What have I seen in you,

And I just say,

I saw that you

Have seen something in me.


Truly, I like the way

She says, I love you,

Without expecting an answer,

Secure, sure, natural,

Just like that.

I like when she leaves candies

On her pillow when she is gone earlier,

And I don´t like candies,

But I like her.


I like the way she asks me

For a hug, with her arms ready,

Giving no chance for a not now,

And I like when she gets mad

With little things,

Just to make me stand up

And help her.

I know she could do everything

Alone, but she doesn´t want to,

Because she wants me near,

Even if I make everything harder.


This is what I have seen in her:

Her eyes on me.



B.