Love...

What's this sensation in the atmosphere?
This sensitivity I feel everytime I deliberate
This feelings of mine that I explore
In the vast extensiveness of my sentiments

What's this sensation in this atmosphere?
Everytime I espy the regard of my joys
in the distant abode of my passion
to which my ability can't grasp

What's this sensation in the atmosphere
that disables my freedom to execute
the gestures that I naturally create

What's the sensation in the atmosphere
that I may not affliate with my beloved
because of the vulnerability it obligates
to the throbbing enthusiasm I agonize

What's this sensation in the atmosphere
that I obtain in a charismatic way
in the desolate space in my essence
to which I inclined to be unfamiliar
to the disfigured nature of love