Em

My soul is torn in uncertainty and sadness. My mind embraces thoughts and longings. My spirit soars into the empyrean, as your pageantry transcends the physical and permeates my being. Your soul radiates an incomparable light Your presence makes me feel alive And at the sight of you, my being becomes a whirlwind, a pandemonium that guides me to you.

Calm, tranquil, and sweet eyes, as if they were not the authors of the great turmoil created in my chest. Lips that awaken hunger and tears, igniting the desire to know if our actions have the same reason to be. I see you, I ponder, and in both deep buttons, the echo of my longings resounds. Will you have standards to meet like I have expectations to fulfill? Two women, one doubt, and the anchor that holds us to gaze at each other, express ourselves, and unveil what dwells in our minds and what our souls conceal.