JUAN MIGUEL MORENO VILLAMIZAR

Love is madness, is the obsession of the moment that destroys you within and redeems you without reason.

Beautiful woman, I desire you too much.

 

I desire to desire you at my side,

that you might rest upon my lap,

the two of us together in one

house, resting in one another,

watching the sunrise together and living

a memory for the whole of our existence.

When you smile, you enchant me; you are a

witch who with her beauty hypnotizes

me more each time. Oh, my Laurel, we have spent

sweet moments together; I love you and

I wish to be at your side. I am shy,

but beside you all my shyness disappears.

I wish to be your beloved and to have my love

returned; I desire you too much, I

truly love you; my heart does not stop

beating for you each day, and my mind will

not leave me in peace — it thinks of you always.

I am so in love that I blush

when I see you. My divine Laurel, when

will be the day we join hands and

kiss again and again? I cannot bear

to be only your friend any longer; I want to be

your husband — I already imagine a prosperous

future at your side. I love you too much.

I would be a fortunate man if you

would grant me a date; I would take you to the finest

restaurant in the city, tell you

my plans for the future, and, at the end, a passionate

kiss would come to pass as a promise

of our relationship.

If God made woman as man\'s complement,

you are so much like me, and complete

my very existence; I would love you and

give you all the luxuries of this earth, and,

united, we would become one flesh in the

moment of conception.

Oh, my Laurel, wonderful one, I am

in love with you and I love you; my love is

true and lasting, it is contemplative

and devoted. I will be for you your

counselor, your friend, your husband and your

teacher, and together we will walk on,

building a prosperous future. I love you,

my Laurel.

 

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The Feeling

 

I wrote this lyric for the same person whom I represent with the laurel flower. She is the recurring inspiration in the poems where that delicate white flower appears.

 

The line \"Beautiful woman, I desire you too much. I desire to desire you at my side...\" includes the repetition of \"desire\" and \"to desire.\" That duplication first arose from a writing error, a kind of accidental joke; yet, once it remained, it ended up working as an expressive device. The two words, similar in form but different in shade of meaning, condense a single complex idea: the wanting (the concrete longing) and the will to share that longing alongside the beloved.

 

Though the repetition may confuse the reader, it also creates a poetic tension: it offers an ironic, seemingly incoherent proclamation that reveals both human clumsiness and the intensity of feeling. Rather than remove the anomaly, I keep it as a distinctive trait of the poem, because it lends singularity and emotional depth without betraying the author\'s original intent.