Faces of Love

Faces of love Do not carry me in your hand Like a small bird wet with rain drops Love is a traumatic experience But I want to live it To keep my windows overlooking the lake of the pink dolphins When the evening comes They will start dancing for me And clouds will bunch across the ceiling of my kitchen Love is a mysterious experience I would like to sing to your photo Which I keep under my pillow But my voice is not suited for singing Even my bed sheets are still laughing Whenever I wash the dishes And I think of you The lather dances between my hands Yes, love is a dangerous experience But I will live it Because I’m afraid of continuing my life With the furniture trembling From the intensity of loneliness .