LOVE by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

Is this love?
This kind of something
undefinable, weird,
disturbing,
and not so full
of peace?
I thought
Love was an
effluvium
in all directions
of calm
and
quietude
spraying
shares
of us
and all of those who love.
But this is quite particular
something mine only, something
that only
belongs to me.
And can not be share to everyone
because is so hard to do that.
¡Love!
¡Love!
Are you really this?
Are you?
I must be some kind of crazy
again
saying
this about
something
never known: Love.
Let me meet you, Love.
Let this peaceful man find
the one to belong to.
let me happy, just this time,
just this.
(All I ask for)

Lima, Santa Anita, April 26th 2014