Deve Ser

IT MUST BE

It must be
an island discovered in me
a sign that it would be like this
to start liking you

It must be
a beginning of fascination
the power of a revolution
to be touched by you

Because it was like this
like spring
to those who sleep by your side

Because it was for me
Every fantasy
reflects on your lips

It must be
as if suddenly
the sky opens
Like seeing what I
didn't realize
to start liking you

It must be
to be blessed and not know
I never imagined deserving
to be loved by you