Life Exists Because of Love

I must be the last fellow dedicated to a platonic love, that makes me dream while life flees and just disappears into the shadows of the evening: forgetting that life exists because of love... These walls of cold stone, suffocate me in a space where my freedom is an erring clone: it will be summoned by self-esteem, to let it lie there and die in scattered pieces... Still treasured letters, unyellowed by light, with a name which meant a trust so imposing has lost its preciuos meaning; a big heart drawn in red,decorated by roses that weren't given for the passionate cause: is as imperceptible as hypocrisy, but the sweetened air,that my nostrils breath, is confined by an hysterical guilt and an insignificant fight struggling with an unseen enemy... I must be the last lover of this remakable century, whose eyes resent the shallowness and awkwardness of reality when faced by the rudest reality, while my perturbing questions demand an answer and compell me to persist: forgetting that life exists because of love...