I may not have the right
to expect you to understand
my love,
that needs a special love
to condescend
to my feelings
that have been buried
in the haste
of a world
where intoleration
is the taste
thats dripping
from our tongues.
I may not deserve
to long for you to know
my heart,
that needs a special heart
to help me grow
to conquer the emptiness
of those moments
we live in waste
in a world
where litigation
almost takes the place
of the air
we draw into our lungs.
I may not be worthy,
but at least,
grant me enough time
to try to touch your joy.