I often think that…

If I could lose myself, my heart, my soul, it would be to the weight of your body

If I could move myself, my legs, my chest, it would be to the poetry of your grace

If I could see myself, my soul, my face, it would be to the utopia of your eyes

If I could rest myself, my mind, my faith, it would be to the softness of your breath

If I could feel myself, my emotions, my thoughts, it would be to the freedom of your arms

If I could teach myself, to be away, from myself, will you have a space in yourself, to hold me?