Love (of me).

Look, it is intensity again
Seems I will never let go
It is really a piece of me
All I observe, feel, explain
Is intense
Is profound
Is sweet wine.
Even if I run
I can not escape.
Love belongs to me.
Even in the coldest moments
Even under saddest skies
Even delusion walking by my side
I can run only to adquire experiences
And lessons
My expression, my silence, my dreams
So I drive on
Still I can not escape
A piece of me, without, I do not even survive
Look, it is intense again
It is the love
of me.