*Tears of Love*

My soul calls for the sea,

And the salt fixes into my soul, into my veins,

Crying for the love wanted to be.

Burn the bones with all the shame,

Of crying for the love that blames,

Your tears for dripping from the heart,

Your tears for feeling you lark.

And all the screams you heard me say,

Calling for the love from yesterday,

Are from the soul you made,

Are from the love you felt late.

 Marlene Carneiro