The Other Side

The other side
 
And here am I,
In the other side of love.
Laid as a fool lover,
Cloistered in my forge.
 
And here I go,
Leaving the certainty,
Risking my peaceful state,
In Spite of feeling alive.
 
And I need to live,
As a poet, my life
Is to verse and breathe
 
The love...My knife.
Knife that will kill me, if
I decide to love... Decide to sacrifice.