Poems filled with beauty, sensitivity and reflections

Impossible love is this wound that does not heal,
That leaves a deep scar, a wound forever open,
It is this throbbing pain that continues us without respite,
Which prevents us from moving forward, living, laughing.

Because hope is the last to die, it’s what drives us,
Pushes us forward, despite the obstacles, despite the tragedies.
And our love, our complicity, our ultimate passion,
Are the engines that carry us, that give us wings in life.

The laughter is gone, the smiles are gone,
The hugs broke, the promises flew away,
Time has passed, like a cold breeze,
Leaving behind me a withered and dried rose.

A love that consumes me, ignites me and twists me.
How can I hate you who are my star,
The light that enlightens me, the meaning of my ideal?

I hate your flaws, but I love them too,
They are part of you, of your personality that delights me.
I hate your anger, but I love your passion,
Your inner fire gives me chills.

Let me go, my love, please,
My heart suffers in silence, I can no longer lie.
Despite the love that binds us,
I am no longer the man you once knew.

I am tired of this eternal quest,
Which constantly leaves me on the edge of the trash,
I am tired of looking for meaning in my life,
And of believing in tomorrows filled with magic.

I love you more than anything in the world,
You’re my reason for living.
Your gaze, your presence, your warmth,
Are my stars, my source of happiness

Beyond appearances, in the twists and turns of life,
There is an enigmatic being hiding, the narcissistic pervert.
A being who deserves revenge, for his evil deeds,
But our revenge is silent, like a peaceful breeze.