If You Want Me To,
I will glide my parched palms over your eyes,
So that you close them...
So that you Picture, not See...
So that you are not confused My Love,
Between “Make believe” and “Being there”...
Between “Wants” and “Desires”...
Between “Happiness” and “Popular consent”...
Between “Practicality” and “Love”.
If you want me to,
I will take you in my arms, to the pristine blue skies,
To the endless fields,
To the sweet smell of touch, Of tender touch,
Of the blades of dew covered grass, that will kiss your feet...
To skipped beats,
To breathless moments of touch...
To Love.
And all this while, I will be there,
With you in my arms.
You living your beautiful paradise, and I living you.
Just one thing I ask of you my love.
A promise that you will not let me wake up...
Cause with the awakening will come along ideologies, theories, doubts.
With open eyes, will come the sight, the sight of a world not so beautiful...
The sight of an us unloved, apart, mature, practical.
The sight that I don’t want to see...
Not now...
Not in your arms...
A sight, that can change.
If you want it to...
If you want me to,
I will love you.
A thousand times over...
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