A love and me

... Then, while hurrying my steps, with the backpack, because I was late for class, I look and I see him.It was so sweet, so nice to see a beauty like I could never imagine existed. My heart rushed with all forces to leave the chest, perhaps wanted to see what my eyes told him. Since they do not believe it, and wanted to see it.I had no other, I froze and turned to stone in place by four seconds, which for me was a week, the environment disappeared and the echoing voices were lost in a huge cave. I wanted to say hello, I'm falling, and it is for you ... never saw someone like you ... or maybe ... just say sorry, this was not the door of my room.But I was sure of one thing, love first sight there, and now I preach and should convince you otherwise, all those convinced that there was. But that was not a problem, the problem was how to tell that person that is falling just me being there.The days go by and love grows, I like his style, his Olympian heights of God, her breasts almost swollen, his hands that inspire me to floss for its delicacy. Your neck, your hair ... your scent in the field and wildflowers. The truth is that every time I look at this person ... a garden becomes the desert of my life ... the storm becomes spring rain to glorious sunshine ...Now every time I pass that corridor that leads me to the door where I see a paradise, everything is transformed me, mind, reason, life. If I could tell what makes a life, what you do with my life ... I kidnaps her body every night and every morning I wake up in a world of lust, in a forbidden area where there is only room for two.Every day I get ready to see me, to make me feel and realize I'm in love ... or at least I'll just see. Madness, plays an important role, because not much time to resist this madness, and missing school is a sin, and anyone else is a worm slimy and disgusting looking at me. But those who see ... is my everything.I imagine my body go where it can also kill the corners of his own, where the cliffs and hills, valleys, mountains ... the contours of your body, are honey after thirty years of bitterness. Is the water that quenches my thirst, is the lantern that lights my night, is the bridge on a stormy sea. Just as the arrow hits the target as well ... so well ...Is the drop of dew wets my lips, like mist intercepted the pass, and barrier requirements, is passing through that corridor, because a door leads to paradise, a world desired, the person expected. But I know that is impossible, I understand, because only glass that reflects me as I pass.

Daimer´s (C)