I loved you

I loved You of so many ways
that I empty of love I have stayed.

I loved you strongly,
when the butterflies
were filling our space.

I loved you with attention,
when the charm of your words
were flooding my ears.

I loved you with tenderness,
when I was caressing your caresses
in the peace of our encounters.

I loved you with lust,
when we were one
in the dampness of our sheets.

I loved you patiently,
when the shouts
were an awkward symphony.

I loved you with naivety,
when I was not understanding
that you were sharing your love.

I loved you with madness,
when with your acts
I felt that I was losing you.

I loved you with anger,
when your shade
disappeared of my environment.

Now,
in the hour of the inventory,
I feel that I loved you of so many ways.

And if to love means without death,
I will be condemned to love you the whole life,
this time with real love,
though already you are not.