It is not because I was not born immortal,
it is not because I have an expiration date,
predetermined, yet unknown and immutable;
nor because I am human and fallible, maybe even erratic
and corrupted in desires, acts and promises.
That was not why my love for you was not great,
pure and immortal, born only for us
and blessed by the intensity of the feeling
that few would recognize or understand.
I do not want to be in the place of the Gods who will judge
our destinations and our future.
Let us pray they take pity on us, lovers
who dared to love more, much more
than could be possible by the law of men.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©