Beatrice

Andrea Bustillo (she/he/they) 

Into your arms,
Into your warm, munificent glow,
I follow your soul,
Seeking your paradise down below.

Beatrice, my lovely guide,
Your long hair trails behind
The white of your silhouette, 
The wind caressing your mind.

Though we are worlds apart,
I still feel your loving embrace;
I still hear every silent word you breathed,
every gasp your lips let slip through space.

You glide ahead of me, Beatrice,
a cold stare in your eyes. 
I see you, but only from afar;
face-to-face my heart would reach its demise.

I love you!

The woman before me is purity exemplified.
All the light on Earth could not outshine
the you that reaches her hands 
and feverishly holds on to mine.

Would I ever see this day come true,
when my chest is set free
and my life abloom,
the day that you would glance at me?

Oh, Beatrice, I love you!​