The skeleton of love

The sun was bathed in bright light,
And the spring was slowly falling,
quenching thirst,tempting the green  leaves on the forest trees.
Iwas in that world of passed desires,

 I believed that one day love would  smile at me.
I could feel my heart beating ,
Where the experiences  of the  past  filled the face with wrinkles.
Where in the anticipation of illusory  happiness i could deal  with unnecessary memories.

My fantasy was a clever plexus,similar to a cute embroidery with beads,
intertwined grains of luck in love bracelets.
Those illusions,  that i had kept for  so long,
I drew time with a brush of pleasant words!

That tenderness sometimes let out a tear,
And  filled me with a sentimentality that burned my feels.
The dream did not let go of the past.
I tried to see someone's happiness.

It was like a  hem of a woman's clothes.
Like clumsy hands that held me back,
And the choking bitterness took my breath away.
Gaps in trips,a screensaver on the phone with love, like an image of a heart.

I had removed the last categories of temptations,
Beckoning to the ghostly world,
Those that wore  the mask of created  happiness at sunset,
Distancing life from  the taste of love.

The book of Eternal temptations is still open
Where are the stacks of volumes from someone's destinies,
They look forward again  with empty eye sockets .
I'm afraid of the skeletons,woven from the soul projections .