You’re made of light
and, though it is something beautiful
to see, that is all
you will be: a piece of light till the end of times,
until the end of my time here.
wonderfully untouchable as all light can be,
and it does not matter
if sometimes, as in that photograph,
it seems to me the light
of the Sun that I see
when I look at thee,
and the fact that I believe you are
the one
does not change a thing, dear.
because reality is not made of light
neither now nor one day
it will
be
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