In poetry, when I come to drink from you, I have been deprived of myself. Here I say goodbye to my sorrows. Here, I come to the words to see you. And know that if you cannot endure and through distances to die of love, I will have died together as well, for Love is still surrendered to its inevitable destinies. Mine for the moment is to suffer from immensities for what you have brought me and live on the emptiness that is left when you are gone. The world faded because we got too colorful …💗❤️💚💛💙💜

©️ Beatriz Esmer