Romance

My love is like things that never have an answer

Just like asking: Why does fresh water exist?
Why do birds sing in the palm trees? Why do bees make honey?
Why are lilies white and violets purple?

My love is like things that never have an answer

Why does the jay sing in the ceiba tree branches?
Why does the cricket say so many things in the dry leaves?
Why do you look at me with those pair of poems?

My love is like things that never have an answer.

And I feel you hugging me
And I feel you kissing me
And you feel when I suffer

And you feel when my
Late-night guitar plays
Carrying twenty moons on its back

My love is like things that never have an answer