The day that will bring me to you
gets near
and when even
the last arc of the moon
will have to leave room to the new sun,
I will greet it
as one greets Spring
after the cold of Winter
or as the calm wave of the sea
after the uproar of the storm.
The day that will bring me to you
gets near
and that day
I will call this love
by its true name:
passion
because love has many faces
but we fear only one,
that of passion,
which we hide and disguise
as if we were ashamed of it
on the contrary
because we're ashamed of it.
But if there were no passion
how many faces of love would remain?

July 13, 2021