Sometimes I think about the depth of love, the feelings and reactions that emanate from that word.
Are we talking about a word or a feeling?
I ask myself with total perplexity.
Perhaps many are inspired by a feeling,
or simply by words,
but me, well,
I am inspired by seeing her.
I will let the experience of writing and the muse invade my life, or at least in this small instant.
Little moment?
I say to myself in a reproachful tone.
No way!
It is the great moment I am living when I hold her in my arms.
It must be hard to imagine so much greatness in a woman
and that suddenly she has seen you in the middle of all this crowd with the same greatness that she emanates.
Where does she come from and where is she going?
These are questions that inhabit me daily
What do I know!
She appears in the most surprising moments, with such force that it seems like a trance from which I cannot move or wake up.
“Come here,” he says to me sweetly, and I fall before his words.
I don't need to say anything, I have already fallen before his presence.
Have I seen anything like this?
I would say NO, in fact, I would say absolutely NO.
Just by pronouncing her name my heart races, it seems to jump out of my chest.
Here she is, but not only in presence, she has entered the deepest part of my soul,
It seems that I don't even have a decision of my own because I give in to what she asks me, but...
Who am I to deny her anything?
It is that my life, at this moment the life that has been given to me, it seems that it was given to me with the purpose of loving her completely.
And well, here we are, her inspiring me with this and me, well, me writing this.
There is just no other choice, even with the smell of her skin I already fall completely at her feet.
She completely enjoys this game of seduction, and with great authority and pleasure she says “You are mine” and I,
with great astonishment and without any hint of wanting to refuse, I say YES.
I would like to tell you more about her, but I keep looking at her and her smile holds a million stars,
not even this writing holds 1% of what I want you to know.
This great gift of love and words inspired by her and for her, is something I want to share with you?
I have to tell you that her charm and sweetness hypnotizes even the strongest.
But come on, the thought of someone else enjoying her beauty makes me feel a kind of jealousy that seems to stir up that dark side.
Jealousy? I say to myself,
but why now? why NOT before?
And I realize that these questions have come to an answer,
and YES! just as you suspect I have fallen completely in love with her.
I have to tell you that she is perfection made woman,
and even if I had a thousand lives left I am absolutely sure I would choose her a thousand times.
How complex this is! I say to myself with a kind of encouragement and hope.
And in that hope the first thought arises and that is that in the complexity of love is where I find the true meaning of living and guess what? in the center of that complexity is her, with her own name.
With love
Yeye95
Are we talking about a word or a feeling?
I ask myself with total perplexity.
Perhaps many are inspired by a feeling,
or simply by words,
but me, well,
I am inspired by seeing her.
I will let the experience of writing and the muse invade my life, or at least in this small instant.
Little moment?
I say to myself in a reproachful tone.
No way!
It is the great moment I am living when I hold her in my arms.
It must be hard to imagine so much greatness in a woman
and that suddenly she has seen you in the middle of all this crowd with the same greatness that she emanates.
Where does she come from and where is she going?
These are questions that inhabit me daily
What do I know!
She appears in the most surprising moments, with such force that it seems like a trance from which I cannot move or wake up.
“Come here,” he says to me sweetly, and I fall before his words.
I don't need to say anything, I have already fallen before his presence.
Have I seen anything like this?
I would say NO, in fact, I would say absolutely NO.
Just by pronouncing her name my heart races, it seems to jump out of my chest.
Here she is, but not only in presence, she has entered the deepest part of my soul,
It seems that I don't even have a decision of my own because I give in to what she asks me, but...
Who am I to deny her anything?
It is that my life, at this moment the life that has been given to me, it seems that it was given to me with the purpose of loving her completely.
And well, here we are, her inspiring me with this and me, well, me writing this.
There is just no other choice, even with the smell of her skin I already fall completely at her feet.
She completely enjoys this game of seduction, and with great authority and pleasure she says “You are mine” and I,
with great astonishment and without any hint of wanting to refuse, I say YES.
I would like to tell you more about her, but I keep looking at her and her smile holds a million stars,
not even this writing holds 1% of what I want you to know.
This great gift of love and words inspired by her and for her, is something I want to share with you?
I have to tell you that her charm and sweetness hypnotizes even the strongest.
But come on, the thought of someone else enjoying her beauty makes me feel a kind of jealousy that seems to stir up that dark side.
Jealousy? I say to myself,
but why now? why NOT before?
And I realize that these questions have come to an answer,
and YES! just as you suspect I have fallen completely in love with her.
I have to tell you that she is perfection made woman,
and even if I had a thousand lives left I am absolutely sure I would choose her a thousand times.
How complex this is! I say to myself with a kind of encouragement and hope.
And in that hope the first thought arises and that is that in the complexity of love is where I find the true meaning of living and guess what? in the center of that complexity is her, with her own name.
With love
Yeye95
Thank you for sharing this. 
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