Blind heart.

As regards the poetry section of the Literature subject, we had to write a poem that in general terms followed the theme of the poems read in class (either "Stabat Mater" narrating how your parents met and fell in love, "Coming home" about your experiences when you get home, or about someone you really like, just as in "She was a phantom of delight"). In my case, I chose to follow the them of the last poem mentioned, "She was a phantom of delight".

                                          Blind heart.

                                    So fond of you,
                                    You set me on fire like no-one else,
                                    mum believes it´s the flu.
                                    But it´s you, only you.
                                      
                                   Falling for your eyes but they don´t know me yet.
                                   I could name all the letters composing the alphabet,
                                   yet all the chances I gave you wouldn´t fit.
                                   However they´re not accredited.
                                   It has a limit, it´s not a vast deposit.
                                   Boy you´ve arrived to the limit.
                                       
                                   My chest isn´t aware, I´m afraid,
                                   he´ll be needing a band-aid.
                                   Debacle between heart and mind,
                                  the heart is blind.