Of Love

Except from POET IN EXILE

of love Ricardo Saul LaRosa what does it matter if love’s no longer in my life, what does it matter for me to go on, there’s no light; anymore, there’s no reason for me to live, of love, my love, I’ve given you all of me, I’ve cherished you more than life itself, more than the stars can dare say, beyond this world, beyond our universe, more than time can count, of love, this love, I know it wasn’t your fault, life has a funny way to get in the mist, of love, precious love, my only consolation are memories of happiness, what does it matter if I’m gone, dead, without any wish or hope, what does it matter if love dies, along those faded roses of yesterday, of love, blessed love, I’m condemned to solitude, a life without you, without your warm soft skin, of love, in this heart of mine,

Ricardo Saul LaRosa

Except from POET IN EXILE of love, exploding through my vines, of love, as I’ve never known before, of love, without any doubts, of love, till my dying days, of love, still brewing in me, of love, racing through the heavens, of love, past Mars and Jupiter too, of love, past Pluto and the Milky Way, of love, past Andromeda and beyond, of love, past the infinite touching Heaven’s Gate, of love, with you in mind, in heart, in soul, of love, yesterday, today, tomorrow, forevermore, of love, this love in my heart for you, of love, until you return to me or when I die, of love, hoping that you love me still, of love, this love, my love, your love, our love, a love crying in our hearts…

Ricardo Saul LaRosa