I didn't know what the love was...
until I was grasped by your arms
one afternoon.
I didn't know what the love was...
until I was drinking of your lips-
an illusion that arrived to stay.
I didn't know what the love was...
until I looked at myself in the mirror of your eyes,
and I discovered I could submerge in your world
to appreciate the dawns and the dusks
of your soul... and mine.
I didn't know what the love was...
until I realized I laughed
as a lunatic in nights of the full moon,
when I got my soul drunk
with wine that sprang from your breasts.
I didn't know what the love was...
until I began to live with you!
ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA
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