You there, seated opposite me,
Within reach of love,
May I borrow your smile
Long enough for a poem?
Occasionally my sorrow betrays me,
And I see you
Sailing off, a resplendently silent prince.
You are, simply put, my alter ego.
You force me to don my disappointments
And strip streets of their astonishment.
I live with you when dreaming
And quit you while awake,
To say: How miserable love is to envy us
Till we find no legal lifetime
In which to confess to one another
We’re lovers.