Friday, April 3, 2009

Poema de San Valentin

I do not know if your fault
or a treacherous Serafín
but now you carry in the mind
on Valentine's Day

It might be that perfume
leave that to Jazmín
when I see your silhouette pass
on Valentine's Day

Or talk about your smile
and the color crimson lips
that stretch with joy
on Valentine's Day

None of this, only Cupid,
like taking my heart to
has shot his arrow
on Valentine's Day

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