Love that never ended

I don't get tired of looking

The old portrait kept

Among the stains of reasons

only know the hearts

Maybe wrapped in the pages

Of the love that never ended

And it stayed in memory and ended

In the crazy cunning rejection

Screaming of the media and the like

Skipping the hours left

On the hips of tools

polluting the attention brain

Among the wasted empty minutes

Where will you be, my seed

My flower, my beautiful rosebush

Incandescent of my cream

I see your beautiful picture

Stamped in the engraving of the court

Of the love that one day blossomed.