My shelter

Appearance, wilt with time, and not a day passes in my mind without I find her. My sweet child, how do I get her out of my mind? Even the bravest, are dying in love, poor innocents, they didn't know all the power of the word love. And the difficulty to accept that not always what you want is the best for you, but there is no way not remember, there is no way not expect that one day these arms could be my shelter again, the shelter in which I die slowly and reborn. Problems to sleep, I saw your face again, what dream is this? It looks so real, and then the phone rings, your voice, just what I needed.