Do not deprive me of your kisses

This is a poetic gift for my wife, to whom I write a poem every 14th of February with all the love in the world.

I know I am not a poet, but love makes me a madman in love who writes love verses and gives them to the woman who has been living with me for 28 years, fulfilling dreams and making history.

Do not deprive me of your kisses

I do not want you to deprive me of your kisses,
they are the sun that illuminates my day,
the sweet magnet of this soul in love,
the fire that fuels my processes.
Without them, my excesses are anguish,
my soul becomes clouded night,
life, a cold and broken shadow,
without those mythical, thick lips.
They are the dew that quenches my thirst,
the key that opens my chest;
for one, my entire existence sends.
Do not extinguish this fire, it is awake:
let your mouth be the guide to mine,
and in this love, my only and true harbour.

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