LOVE


I love you, believe me, I love you
what greater love does not fit in my chest
than that love, in the poetry verses
greater love, it wouldn't fit either.

And for loving you so much, and for the charm
of the love that loving makes me, I bring this weeping
because i love you so much every day
in that cry of love and joy.

I love you like a simple troubadour
who dedicates his love in a hoarse corner
waiting for the loved one to end the pain

And I love you like that, almost sick, like crazy
lost in the greatness of that love
in convinced impression
that all this love is still little.

EVAN DO CARMO