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
that you touch me with your hands.

Your hands are not beautiful
I don't see style in your fingers
but how human they rest
if they curl in your hair;
your hair already without color
without that supreme shine
care and guard zealously
what it covers with love.

Your brain because you think
because it's your key and engine
is generating 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.