Love in pain

Of course I like you,

I like how you make me cry

and how the words of your existence spring from my lips.

I like the way you look at me when I cry for you

and I like how you smile when I die,

It is a pleasure not hidden, the way you make me feel when you do not see me and you speak without my name in your prayers.

I like you too much, and it's in pain that I think I love you.

T.M.