Feel the love

True love burns close to the skin
It crosses walls just to meet
And if it cannot be found physically, it does not complain; it burns in its own essence.
The skin is merely another way to make you feel what is here
The eyes just a way to reflect
The saliva to make you burn
But these are in vain
For are you Thomé?
A skeptic of emotion?
My love, love is not seen!
It becomes clear only by transcending itself!

Thiara Màtos.