I look for a poem that gives you a new begining; by the verse that celebrates you. I insistently look for the page that explains you with the most special word of tenderness and soul, but you’re not in the semantic or rhymes, you’re not in the books. You are in me and this explains everything, since there is no history of you before us, precisely because I have no history before you. I invented another one to learn to navigate the absences and go through delays. I made up myself in the past for no other purpose than to reach you. I have made a name in thy mouth; Existence only in the shadows of your body. Only after you I learned the meaning of the desire and mystery. And what I give you away continues mine as it had never been before. What we are, is blended and exists everywhere: this must be something of love. For you alone know where my miracles dwell …❤️