The smell of love

The blood cells whispered in the silence, biting  life and taking  days away.
The poison  fills like  smoke left in  dreams,
 being   a reminder,that you have been alone for many single days .
You wander, as in  dream, in searching     path in  life.
The shadows of your  steps   fall, reflecting nearby .
The flower will not bloom at night without  Fairies song ,
they  said   it has not found a couple   that    wants to be reborn .
 You watch the shades of someone's passion,
 keeping the moisture, keeping the bloom.
The lips of love whispered mysteriously,
 seeking a path, weaving a  look .
Pattern of shadows  burns  with intrigue   .
Entering  into the circle of love,
 taking an intoxicating  sip ,
the datura  begins to search the souls , feeling the   mist  of candles flip,
cherished in memory  the  days when love song  sweetly  nurse  the earth,
tearing off the masks of travelers who were  hidden  in thoughts .