One day I decided a man is The Man
I saw his weakness in the lower layers of
himself and his heart
some stem cells I gave him
to prevent his heart to fall apart
for my love is strong and heavy though light
many times his blood and heart rebelled,
whenever a tide
of love or of gentleness
dropped in for a runaround
or to run about,
as if a bomb was ready to explode
all his heartcells tried to get out of the heart
and trembled in fear of being exposed to love
or any other sweet feeling.
One day his heart cells stood silent
like little children waiting for Santa
and let themselves carried by the tides of love
in a great loop
so they discovered the emotions and the enjoyment
and every time such a wave was announced
they jumped up and down
with their tiny feet, tiptoe,
tic tac, tic tac,
on a thrilling rhyhm of an impatient wait
for another ride on the wings of a creature
that turned out to be somewhere between
velvet and great.
One day the tides of love and the heart were one
happy adventure of a man's soul.