WHO WAS THE LOVE

Who was love,
In a deserted ship,
Where lack the mainmast,
Where the ratchets are chipped,
And only see the lighthouse yonder,
And the sea that only brings the nightmare,
From waves crashing with life.
Who was love,
The sailor who takes risks,
In his daily adventure of living,
To get ashore where they are,
His loves and hates,
Where is the lover who is waiting,
In the dry canyon land
To give her love and lust,
Amid hope,
And desire.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA