Desire Of Love Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

The only desire of love, is creation, although, multiple obstacles lie in the way.

A vision that engulfs the world, results from this process of creation.

Your image floats in the dew, and flutters beside the river, pretending to be busy.

It makes you flutter in the Forrest full of fireflies, or at a fair, just accept it will be everywhere.

Or anywhere, when you surf on a cloud, abreast the blue which eats infernos, a digests heavily, on top of a silk cushion.

His bones, rearranged into love implements, for the battle of the conquest of your heart.

In a purely classical context, taking care of all the tones, metaphorically, closely, rosy, picture, sublime.

Sensational, is the hunger. the need, the chaos, the prize.the laurels.

Hell, who needs it, heaven is her, with spicy incense, and red lighted rooms in the memory of my time forever, lost in the universe.

The 21 century says, come to alfa centurion, primitive, if you want to move, youve seen th the future, you the few.action, hold on.

The flufy clouds, the warm breze, hell, veAVEN