Amor

I'm not asking you to take care of yourself
That extreme thinness
I just ask you to look at me
With that good look

Your eyes are not stars
That light up the dawn
But when they look at me
I feel like you're touching me with your hands

Your hands are not beautiful
I don't see style in your fingers
But how human they rest
When they curl in your hair

Your hair now without color
Without that supreme shine
Care for and guard zealously
What it covers with love

Your brain because you think
Because it's your key and engine
It generates the strength
That makes me human and better

Body, hands, eyes, hair
Flesh and inanimate bone
That come to life
And that's why I want to live by your side