I didn't know what the love was... <br />until I was grasped by your arms <br />one afternoon. <br /> <br />I didn't know what the love was... <br />until I was drinking of your lips- <br />an illusion that arrived to stay. <br /> <br />I didn't know what the love was... <br />until I looked at myself in the mirror of your eyes, <br />and I discovered I could submerge in your world <br />to appreciate the dawns and the dusks <br />of your soul... and mine. <br /> <br />I didn't know what the love was... <br />until I realized I laughed <br />as a lunatic in nights of the full moon, <br />when I got my soul drunk <br />with wine that sprang from your breasts. <br /> <br />I didn't know what the love was... <br />until I began to live with you!<br /><br />ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-didn-t-know-what-the-love-was/
