by Jose Alberto Aquino
Love never knocks, it just walks into your heart
And does not apologizes for taking over your soul,
If you get captive by its grasp
She becomes as necessary as a breath
And each kiss quenchers your soul.
Passion plays on her lips as her memory dances in your mind
And like a fool you smile at every thought of her laugh,
Maybe she shares your heartbeat
Or maybe she is the tempo that marks its rhyme,
Maybe it's destiny or just a heavenly present from above,
I only know I am happy...
Complete and without her- there is no spring...