Sonnet To Young Love Poem by Alexandro Johns

Her face in the mirror haunts me,
in her eyes I was illuminated
after I have being a swarm of death rattles
and to return from the craving of desire.

We were a couple toward a blind future
so we gave it to world our back,
by moments, I was blood in her veins
and the tenacious cells rejected by her.

Right now my days are sinking in a calm sea,
but sometimes emerges her desire silhouette
lost in the deep blue I believed.

Distant and whispering in my imagination
her youthful passion survives an instant
like a soft sparkle in front of my eyes.