Weekly Selected Poem by Victoria Suéver

With You

With You My love.
In this field of sighs,
where the aura murmurs the echo of your kisses,
I would like to wander with you forever,
like a stream that flows endlessly through the flora,
for in you, I have found the source,
the dawn, and the sunset.
Ah! Come, we will lie beneath these eternal cypresses,
and we will be, you and I,
a single immortal sigh.
May the breeze carry me to your gentle arms,
where my fears cease and my anxieties are silenced,
and may only the echo of your name remain in me, constant.

Copyright@Victoria Suéver