Emerging from darkness, Was an image
Such an image of purity That I was blinded,
And yet I saw with clarity, Using not the eyes in my
But, rather the eye of my heart.
So encompassing was that light, That
I lost myself
And desired only the love it emanates, So enthralling,
That I had felt like an entity, Pure of essence and
I beseeched thee to love me,For who
Unconditionally and Absolutely, I implored my heart,
To gain the love within the image.
The image of Beauty remains, But not
as a mystery or enigma
But as a person, a friend and a lover,For I have been
bestowed and blessed,
To attain what I have asked and fought for
As you love me too, Mi Tesoro, you are my love.
-Edgardo Maximiliano Battistella