The love has legs

He walked far away.

He walked a path that could never bring him back to me.

He walked with the compass rose without cardinal points.

He walked on a never-ending street.

Destiny never allowed me to look into his eyes, never allowed me to give him a hug, never allowed me to discover that our bond had been cut.

It seemed like something didn't fit in my life, but after I understood,
His love has legs...

We don't have many stories, nor have we gone through glorious days,
But something in me changed...

And I feel him so close because I discovered, his love has legs.

So now, the lack of what I didn’t have doesn’t hurt anymore; I left all that pain behind and decided to stitch our patches together.

Therefore, we meet in thought, in days of lament, in the drifting of the winds,
Because our love has legs.

He, just like me, is a traveler of roads and time, and I know that
He has as his faithful lover his cherished solitude because he knows that love has legs.

And it walks so fast; it walks like us on our roads, always living departure and arrival, seeing the moon or a sunny afternoon.

Pits in my chest pits in my life, but none of these can erase the dimples in our faces.

Don’t cry today because we know that all love has legs.

And that’s why I’m so close to you now.

That’s why I could never fade out of your life.

And I know that now you’ve already felt it arrive here...