Monday, 27 November 2017

Fever

It is hot, and it is cold,
And everything in between.
It makes me burn while it freezes me,
It is the pain from within.

You opened my eyes, you made me see,
Even though it was dark,
And my love was blind.
Far away, beyond the sea,
You were the first, you were the last,
You are one of a kind.

Our love is on fire,
But this love is my dream.
It burns hidden inside,
In secret, in silence, unseen.

                                   Lucas Zavarelli