Lost in love, it’s worse than being shipwrecked,
given over to the fury of the ocean,
drowning in the beauty of your hair
and getting lost in it,
like in a haze and maze,
caught in a web with no way out,
and yet I can’t regret it:
all those overwhelming memories
of that supremacy of beauty and enjoyment
will remain alive in me forever
although I was burnt out in the bargain.
Come again, my love,
and we will start anew;
whenever you feel ready
I will also be at hand,
enjoying to get lost and drowned
to burn ourselves completely out again.


© aurelio 2023
critique and comments welcome.
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