You take my hand,

"We're going on an adventure."

I don't know you yet,

But I so dearly want to.

I tell you this,

Cautiously and clearly.

You smile and sweetly say

"That's a part of our adventure."

You begin to hum

A melody so sweet,

Yet strangely familiar

Though it is indeed

New to me,

When your voice stops,

My own begins,

And in this manner we carry on.

Wander and ponder,

Debate and discuss,

Learn and teach,

Discover and uncover,

Tear down and rebuild,

Pontificate and elaborate,

We love,

We live.

Our path to this point

Has been filled with wonder,

Disagreement, compromise,

Openness and blunder.

This point we are at

Is after the beginning,

But before the end,

It is the present in a gift.

Our prelude has been sung

Through the striking of these keys

But our melody still has a way to go

Until we reach our finale.

So your hand in mine

Our hearts set the beat

Our words are the parts

Moving together in harmony.

Our adventure has become

My hearts most favorite song

That plays only in my soul

Singing to my mind.

You cherish my hand,

So gently in yours,

You kiss it and smile,

I see in your eyes

Your hopes and dreams,

Beautifully swimming in pools of blue.

You tell me of places,

Scenes and many such things.

"We are going on an adventure",

You say through your smile.

You tug me along,

So forward I move,

Just a half step behind you,

But a whole step in love.

My smile shines brighter

Just as the sun does too,

For the adventure my dear,

Is simply being with you.

I am a strong individual, I am.

I used to cry, thinking of the past that made me.

The undeserved ill tempered fists used to shape me, with the intent I'd remain that weak and afraid being.

The path behind me up to this point only seen negatively, I look to the present ground beneath my feet.

What a relief it is to be standing here!

I am a strong individual, I am.

I flick the light switch on and illuminate the world around me.

I begin to truly see.

Each attempt to break me down,

Only helped me learn how to rebuild.

Every bruise sustained,

only taught me what love isn't.

I am a strong individual, I am.

I am a strong individual because of those breaks and bruises.

I am thankful,

for a past that shaped me

for my choices that made me

for a life that is mine.

Let me make this clear:

I know you don't believe

In this kind of love

I know you're about to leave, but...

I know that you don't accept it

Not in the sense that you deny it 

You simply don't believe it 

That a forbidden love could ever flourish 

Let me make this clear.

You are the most ravishing circumstance 

I've encountered in the middle 

Of the desert of this life of mine 

I simply refuse to let you go 

But my respect for you is bigger than my pride

Bigger than my selfishness 

But never bigger than my love for you 

I always thought that destiny loved to sew

And whenever its threads get tangled

Circumstances, destiny, tends to happen 

But, I, naïvely believed in that 

I was mistaken.

Just as someone such as destiny 

Is doing some hobby 

He tends to make mistakes 

He decides to untie the bad knots 

And start again

It might be something insignificant for him 

But for us, mere poetical mortals, is dreadful pain.

Let me tell you

That I am uncertain if this was a mistake

Committed by destiny, but for the time being

The time I spent looking at your tiger's eyes 

The time I spent smiling at your smile 

The time I spent caressing your body 

The time I got lost within the gray murmurs

Of your soul 

That, my beloved friend, was not a mistake 

You were the fire that ignited my dead heart 

You were the only light I could see in the 

Middle of my darkness

You were for a moment mine

I believe that we are never tied to someone 

Just as the red thread legend assures us

That thread is full of knots and dead ends 

Or walls from which such thread goes through cracks 

I assure you, my dear, if you ever leave...

I don't know... Will I follow you just to be near you?

You will not be mine, that is for sure

But it is you...

The one who lately has been giving life to many poems

When the touch of someone remains 

As the trace of my hands on the sands of the beach

Of your skin, it is something impossible to get rid of 

No wave, no wind, or time would eradicate such caress

Let me tell you as well:

That, even though life ain't that easy, you, specially you,

deserve the best to happen to you. You have given it all 

And deserve to feel just as good as you have made others feel.

Just assure me one thing...

Never stop being my friend. 

No matter how far you are 

A piece of my heart goes with you...

DA 2016