i is the shortest verse there can be,
anything less is just a lie;
i is the smallest grain of sweetness that salt can give;
and i hurt and sweated,
but kept a good memory
so that i don’t have to cry
much when such time arrives;
and i am the thinker,
therefore, the creator;
but sometimes i become a stinker
when i forget the shortest verse
or remember it too well.
I can’t believe you exist; you are too real; I become alive when we speak; you reflect what I hide: my smile, my laughter, my passion for love; I hide because I want to be found so badly; but you see in me what I see in you: that goodly light all we humans have, but can;t see it unless we reflect it upon other humans.