Marcel López Rodríguez
Comments about Marcel López Rodríguez
Reflections Of A Daydream
Sweet are the times I get to daydream,
for these are the times I dream of a dream:
It is when my thoughts yield the chance,
that I envision a girl who sees me at first glance.
I, lost in her, can't help but shudder
at her walking, far, yet few steps closer.
No words, no words are to be spoken
As we both know what is about to happen.
I move, and lost in love, caress her cheeks.
Losing sight of her eyes, I contact her lips.
Our flame is to be spread all over.
Burning desire coming from us, lovers.
We, lost in lust, get to our knees,