I didn�t know what the love was !

By: Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta

I didn't know what the love was...
until I was grasped by your arms
one afternoon.

I didn't know what the love was...
until I was drinking of your lips-
an illusion that arrived to stay.

I didn't know what the love was...
until I looked at myself in the mirror of your eyes,
and I discovered I could submerge in your world
to appreciate the dawns and the dusks
of your soul... and mine.

I didn't know what the love was...
until I realized I laughed
as a lunatic in nights of the full moon,
when I got my soul drunk
with wine that sprang from your breasts.

I didn't know what the love was...
until I began to live with you!