Sad poets

I’m just a sad poet,
thirsty for your hugs…
hungry for your kisses…
lost in your praise…

Pending of your cuddle,
I wake up, I sleep, I die and I speak…
I am nobody, without your sigh,
without your glances, without your hands…

I am slave of destiny,
as of your being, tender and never far…
Never more captive of yesterday,
painful and ruthless…

My body urges your laugh,
as my soul the graces from the above…
I’m just another sad poet,
melancholic, but always,
in love…