This document is a poetic expression of longing for an absent lover. It uses imagery of nature, dreams, and physical intimacy to convey a sense of missing the other person's presence, voice, and touch. Repeated references are made to wanting to be close to the lover, hold them, feel their warmth and comfort. There is a wistful, romantic tone of desiring to be reunited with the object of one's affection.

1. Find
You
Every
time
I
hear
your
voice
my
voice
speaks
for
yours
every
time
I
think
start
thinking
and
I
end
up
thinking
about
you,
but
all
the
more
times
I
remember
you
...
It
is
just
as
I
do
not
think
you
...
every
time
I
remember
you
wanted
to
go
back
and
touch
your
hand
as
a
white
root
water
every
time
you
guess,
I
imagine
smiling
filling
dark
parts
of
my
being.
curiosity
called
me
as
well
as
my
prison
sentence,
feel
attached
to
you
and
not
empty
nothing
to
everything,
but
take
as
a
whole.
I
know
I'll
see
you
at
night
and
my
soul
will
rest,
he
longed
to
have
you
because
she
enjoys
you,
even
when
you
absent
these,
but
want
to
blow
on
your
cheek
the
beauty
of
feeling
the
warmth
of
your
words.
giving
tilt
my
head
to
rest
it
on
you.
I
might
take
like
a
flower
and
plant
yourself
in
the
lines
of
my
hands,
in
order
to
know
more
of
your
white
collar,
to
take
over
your
body,
until
you
clear
the
lines
of
my
hands
of
both
adore.

2. I
know
I
put
our
heads
together
on
the
leaves,
and
the
leaves
break
the
silence
to
say
with
my
lips
the
tenderness
that
numbs
my
words
and
my
mouth,
to
defy
the
force
of
the
stars
to
hug
and
kiss
you.
my
lips
and
my
heart
smile
wet
at
the
edge
of
a
river,
and
I
think
every
time
before
a
humble
piece
of
stream
touching
my
feet;
Think
about
the
time
you
double
the
corner
believing
walking
behind
me
were
coming
to
give
me
your
sympathy
grace.
my
lips
smile
that
always
come,
but
do
not
look
back,
appearing
as
a
wish
of
yours
and
mine
that
slips
pretending
to
be
an
enthusiasm.
but
my
skin
want
your
sun,
which
makes
sun,
your
skin
my
heart
wish
your
hands
so
that
you
shake
my
soul
upright
in
his
moral
extends
through
your
body
as
tripartite;
unnamed
your
anxieties,
your
blessed
feel
...
and
my
eyes
that
sometimes
yearn
to
know
that
your
eyes
are
away
from
mine
enjoying
the
beauties
of
the
world.
on
crisp
leaves
silence
your
sweet
voice
makes
my
kisses,
and
your
mouth
will
seal
fearful
passion,
taking
our
hands
and
brushing
silent
crunchy
Crumbling
leaves
chanting
your
name
and
mine.
when
you
come
swinging
will
open
the
puffs
of
wind,

3. hold
my
breath
to
see
barefoot
and
dream
my
Belly
want
to
draw
your
geography
...
as
an
alliance
that
unites
sheet
by
sheet,
that
unites
high
heaven
looking
adorned
with
lights.
lie
down
every
night
in
my
sheets,
so
we
cross
our
clasped
hands,
we
will
touch
the
stars
that
will
make
us
sleep
...
whenever
your
hands
are
not
intertwined
with
mine
talk
about
other
things
in
the
world.
will
remember
the
starry
sky
uniting
our
thoughts,
weaving
and
calming
my
whole
dream
to
kiss,
the
next
time
I
see
you
not
cease
to
tell
you;
that
no
harmonious
feel
more
open
way,
as
sheltering
your
image
with
my
numb
hands
by
debug
of
exile
and
cold
untouchable.
unite
our
dreams
as
a
pale
light,
and
we
will
join
our
service
sky
your
forest,
calling
in
the
early
evening
looking
for
you
to
hold
you
whole.
Jose
Luis
2000.
Copyright
Chile
-­‐
South
America