A beautiful poem with naked psychological facts !

First love is everlasting. Some are lucky to own that first one. But there is a hidden true fact beneath all those first feelings. Humans has acquired the craving and ability to mate 365 days of the year. Other species in the animal kingdom has seasons for mating. Even with the special capacity of humans they dream about more and for others. It is a naked fact. Very few are bold enough to admit it. And those who did went through a lot. Regardless each accuse the other too- and that is what humans are.

My beloved – solitude.

I tried my best to dance with you my life in your own rhythm

but you stepped on my foot and crushed my nails.

I saw you at dusk in the courtyard trying to light the old oil lamp in the wind.

Then came the rain, lighting and thunder and the down pour.

Yes ! That is what you are ! A lighting, a thunder and then the rain.

But the rain is therapeutic. Like an old lover

I ran up to you to embrace and hold you under my arms.

You recoiled like a spring, Oh no ! It was like a serpent ready to strike.

I heard an ugly grunting laughter behind me like that of a witch

it was your mother standing by the hallway blocking my way.

Oh no ! No more books or thee beside me, no more wine; it gives me a headache.

Yes I am an old man and is by the sea, but I don't want to fish.

But solitude my love, and 100 % pure blue agave Tequila.

Let us dance in the rain in our own rhythm.

andrew