I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU (a poem by Luis Andrés)

   I would like to tell you sweetly now

that my hand is a friend and the desire is aslept,

that the thread of my voice just touches you.

I would like to tell you that I love you slwoly

with a small love, made of light of rain,

blue smiles, kisses on the forehead,

of strokes without touching, of sincere fondness.

I would like to tell you that my hearts hurts

as a poem written in the water,

taken as a fallen leaf in the stream.

And you know it is true, sincere, what I say.

-Oh, heart of rose, my heart of rose-

and I love you always, even death.

   (From "Poems for Clara" by Luis Andrés)