Bitácora del Navegante. Tintas.

Three.
to Yazmín

Distance... may be not a space
that a moment, in time,
with limited place.

Nevertheless, you remain in me,
and through my clossed eyes
your vision i see.

Far and away... my feeling, fact to resist
the miles and days. They shortens,
love ever persists.

But what should i offer, then
to you Milady, who owns
my life untill end?

Seems so humble and few, if are not mine
the passed, lost days
and the future time.

My flesh? The shield! My swords?
My heart and soul have ever been
forever yours.

One poem for you. The Two of us.
Lord, love, descendants, i offer
the Three, for ever last.