It only gets difficult
when you have an idea

of what love is:
flawed and marked

where wounds are
healed but not gone

the damage suffered, the chains
the shells and the shields

that under the skin destroy
what never thinks of giving up

what germinates in arid soils
and is able to live on nothing

You look into its eyes
you shake its hand

but you cannot embrace her
regardless how strong your desire may be