How I was when I was 19... I am glad I still am those words, although in different poems and writings as clouds and tracks of poetry left in the air of the world and streets of life:
ANTHEM TO LOVE
A ballad given rithm by my chest
echoes my soul and hatches these signs
that are the highest pitch
of this melody orchestrated by my senses.
Those first words, that first eye contact,
dive, sigh, touch, hug, kiss, night...
They are the authentic musical notes
composing this chord called love.
It is the treble clef assigning
the tone, independent of the time,
to each musical note dancing in this winding stave.
Oh deafs for love, the heart is
composer, conductor and Universal instrument!Devour music! Live! Don't merely exist!