para tu

I always concede to you:
it is my feeble effort
as I try to be worthy
of you;
moonlit nights, and
crystalline harbor delights
do not exceed the beauty
that I find in your eyes:

no es loco
no es lobo
este los ojos

only you,
looking into me,
as far as you can see,
as much as I can be:

forever,
este eternity:

I give in,
and then let the future
begin.



April 6, 2009.

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