Lorenzo, don't shake─ Love, is what you feel. Don't scream─ Love, is what you hear. Don't yell─ Love, is what is here. For how you act, how you swing, unbreaks the sleepy birds and quiet sky I want to hear it with my heart, of your pulse, of your vein, your cell, dear. Where is your little hand, where is your heartbeat, where is your sound, my dear? Rough, wound, madness Tame it, my dear. Tame there, I am here with you With my deepest heart unfolding what you are trying to say, I want to hear what you are trying to say─ even the tiniest signal is of all my love's desire Dear, Love, is what you feel now; Don't fade away. Don't bear the pain alone. Don't stand alone. For it is love that I want to share with you. For it is strength that I want to inject in you. Dear, Love, don't you forget? For tears won't make us lose strength, but bring us closer. Smile, is what I wear now, with an unberable heart, filling the soil with hope; Oh hope, dear For hope is all we live upon. Without it I dare not to live, to bear seeing you carry alone, dear. Truth, sad to revive, but love, for eternal And I'll never give you up, my dear. Visual loss, deaf, blind, decortication, paresis bizzar, seizures, dementia None of these are going to take you away from me, my dear. Sing, Lorenzo, for love is in the song─ in the quite song you withhold; In your deepest soul. Clap, my dear, for your clapping soothes me more, than a million golds or marvels. Pain, dear, don't you bear alone, for I am here for you to count on, pitying how powerless I am, not being able to bear it for you, even with all my heart I wish I could, and it hurts so, my dear. Don't cry, my dear, I know it's unbearable, but Love, is all that I have here. Spring, is our extravagant wish, after the winter penetrate to our bone. Death, is not what will depart us. Love, is what you feel now. Love, of no boundry, curing your brain with all my strength. Dear, feel, breath, intake, entrust my deepest love for you, Don't you bear the pain alone, my dear. Oh, tear me, God! Why? why shall I bear, to, endure the fate, my Lord? Madness, is not what I feel, nor dementia, but a cracked heart in a shell, I wish to shrink in, to escape the unbearable pain of my insanity, thinking about losing you, forever, my love, my dear. -- -TRUTH is the absolute Beauty embedded in mind- --

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