The reason to love you

There could be the thunder and the rain, the wind and the fear There is the sun, calm, and heat. Your tempting peeling, radiant, being played. Shades, glances, threats, rails which trespass. You, strong and powerful, reigning on an invisible kingdom that you guards of an alleviating approach. There is this light which recovers you of a brilliance homage. That you accept for his softness, refusing its glare which has of equal only your rage. Contained, maintained in the glare of your eyes which you can make wise. Polished attitude of sovereign sometimes haughty. Knowing that its power, its force, are not beechnuts. In front of suzerains crawling to appease their hunger. , Lengthened you on the settee of your excesses. You, scorning all these unimportant details. Hiding the truth of its moments. Behind the closed mask of impassive features. There is truth, the forgery which you can make possible. Of a growl, an irritation. There is the love which you give to the account drips, with torrent, according to your whims of the moment. Actress victim of her irritations. Dominating queen, who can show manipulator. Sleep in you so much of feelings which can leave bubbling crossbred a castrating fury. In this moment of peace, reigns the moment weighing to seek to guess the direction of your silences. This eye hardly shining which returns offense. To be observed to seek to understand, to hope to hear. These words which you will never pronounce. This glance of love thrown to the flight. Who is your truth and the reason to love you.