Black or White?

My love is the encouragement when you feel your knees weak The calm which starts when every move keeps you provoked The medicine you take when you feel tired and completely sick The wind that resides gently when you have your eyes soaked My love cannot lie, my love cannot disappear, cannot even harm She stays night over night contemplating the beautiful far stars My love is the shield, the sword, in a war the vengeful strong arm She does not desert anything and she will always heal the scars My love is the wanderer seeking peace with not poisonous waters She will cross the lakes, mountains, and fires without crying voice My love is the hurricane, a light that your old nightmare slaughters She will raise her hands in a crowded place to show you a choice But my love is not for sale, my love does not wait for your balance My love gives you all but will never wait if she will feel only absence

Tell me what should I do when I hear your call, because I am on the bridge of love, ready, so ready to fall and I do not expect you to turn your eyes never to hear my heartbeat that for you slowly dies. Tell what should I do to not look so petrified, because I am at the end of the stairs, ready, so ready to drop and I do not have a fear, I am not terrified you will never gaze at the light that runs into my sight. Tell what should I do not to believe in an illusion because I am at the end of the highway, ready, so ready to crush and I do not heave remorse, not an allusion you will never reach me in time not in time to be mine.