I'm still.

 I wonder if I'm just a fool? For continuing with this feeling that I am feeling for you,

for loving you, and to keep it in me, alive, only with a memory. And a photo that you didn't dedicate to me,
with my heart and brain, broken

Because you gave me a little bit of hope,
and I imagined that I could fly with you in my arms.

And that I would taste the flavors of your being and that of your beautiful lips.

I climbed too high, and when, your door to my heart you blocked. You made me fall from the clouds of my imagination.

Now I know, I was very deluded and foolish.
But I still love you. Maybe you can't understand it, neither can I, at all, understand it,
I only know that when I see your photo and I remember you cooking. Offering to satisfy the appetite of those who have hungry.
With your torsi and your bare legs,
showing your statuesque back and your skimpy underwear. It uncontrolls the fire in my skin and stirs up desires.
That's not why I still love you,
but wow, it was etched very well in my memories.

Sometimes I wonder, Why do I still love you? And I do it because of your sincerity and because you allowed me to dream that I could always be by your side. I still love you, because it is born from me.
That is it, im still loving you.
Just a fool, perhaps,  but:
  That's why I love you.