Romance is boring

Your faceless spirit
is the only way
to get her next to you
to hold her
to kiss her
to love her

Your soul all over her body
is her shield against injuries
the world rapped her
with the fucking selfishness

Your deep blue eyes
are her heart's desire
for the lost evenings of the youth
before the big change

Your senseless words
have eclipsed the love's fever
just whisper "I love you"
for the last minutes
of lucidity

Your heart
never wanted
the end of the world
spending habitually at the bar
waiting for
her smile
her hair
her eyes
her breasts
her love.