I will be your shoulder, but not your lover
I will be your night, but not your calm
I will be your land, but not your path
I will be your home, not a wall
I will be your rest, but not your tomorrow
I will be your encounter, but not your escape
I will be your teacher, as I am your disciple
I will be the word, as I am your ear
I will be never a neglect, for never wanting to hurt you
I will be anything when everything seems insipid, flavorless
I will be Love, when Love seems a distant reverie
I will be your hunger, but not food.
That is why I need your eyes, like lighthouse to guide me
To give me birth, wings and to make me fly
Even though I am, the healer and the blesser
I am the owner and the queen of a kingdom in vain, empty
Without you
I will be on my way, but I will not be a door or the keys
I will be your lightness, I will never carry fetters, even fences
I will be a promise that tomorrow does not remind us about world cruelties, because I am a poet of love and life
I will be your yes even when it sums up in no
I will be your strength even when my weakness puts me down
I will be your full glass, if it is sadness.
I will be your truth, even if it is a lie.
I will be in the distance, in the wind, on your skin
I will be pleasure
Because it is not for me the beautiful and the pure.
In me I cannot find space
In me there is only dark
I can only be whole when you shelter me from my fears
And take away my excruciating pain… ❤️