With the Heart in the Hand

 POEM

 

Feeling the heartbeat that sad rainy afternoon my love stayed, it was that time where I undertook my illusion, everything I had, I gave it with love, my spirit was full of passion, my emotions flowed through my skin which vanished when I knew that you didn't love me. I gave you the depth of my being that bouquet of feelings that embraced you when I saw your silhouette come from far away I feel within me the palpitation of the heartbeat.

Night comes and my thoughts remember the first time I saw you, my brownish brown eyes shone when you saw you come, you knew you were for me for a moment I felt my strong heartbeat that announced your presence near me, it was that day that I learned to feel that which makes the smallest something great and full. The illusion of knowing that we were so close united by a single heartbeat that filled the lap of our twin souls who traveled through so many narrow and long roads to meet in an instant and look deeply at each other as souls look at each other. With our hearts in hand, we give ourselves love, the feeling that unites people with equal souls as a whole, the heartbeat becomes deep and strong.

 It is beautiful to feel the emotion of that first time when our eyes met where we were impregnated with love with our hearts in hand, we decided to walk together and fill ourselves with tenderness and passion until we exhausted every drop of love, we were for each other until we managed to understand each other. in a single being, a single soul where we looked at each other with our hearts and we found ourselves perfect, we had no limits or ties, our twin souls were so similar that each one had their own freedom, we could live the unknown and make sense of it.

With our hearts in hand, we surrender ourselves to oblivion so as not to go back and relive the feeling destroyed by that thought that diverted us from our path. Our soul mates are distant, our heartbeats are at rest. With my heart in my hand, the hope of meeting us again dies.

 

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