Author: Gluver Alexander Zaldivar
(The Architect of Feelings)

Love is the suffering of the enamored soul,
it is the deepest mystery of unconditional surrender,
it is learning to place oneself in the skin of the beloved,
without making them suffer,
without allowing their joyful, luminously
enamored eyes,
to become a sad look, extinguished and clouded,
disappointed with rains of agonizing sadness.
​He, true love, must be reciprocated,
not implored.
​One hundred percent shared,
he does not beg, because he knows he has within him a wealth of sublime riches accumulated, to always share with his beloved.
​Love, yes, waits for everything in exchange for nothing,
he caresses himself,
he kisses himself,
he loves himself,
he embraces himself,
he values himself,
​And to himself he corresponds and respects himself,
he values himself above all principles, even those that are sometimes incoherent before the lives of many human beings
who do not know how to value him,
but he, in that way so profound,
transfers his own feelings to the cherished, loved person,
regardless of the circumstances.
​He does not feign, he knows nothing of violence or arrogance,
he does not greet or embrace hypocrisy, he is not egomaniacal
nor despicable,
he is like an angel, tender
and without turbulence,
like a child in the midst of his innocence,
fresh, like the rain that embraces the earth,
like the sun in summer days,
like the rainbow that seals the sky with passion in the midst of rainy days.
​Love is like the moon that, in the company of the stars and the bright lights, maintains a constant balance to achieve the most wonderful purpose: that the night, too, may shine.
​Love does not, no, it does not crawl, nor does it strive to go out and find its own,
when it knows perfectly well that what is its own is not outside, though distance may intervene,
because, when one loves,
one loves from within,
from the heart.
​From the deepest part of the soul,
and the spirit, with the yearning to remain loving, tirelessly, and eternally.
​His phrases and attitudes are always:
I accept you just as you are,
because I love you,
I love you, I love myself, we love each other.
And in its time, there also exists an “I forgive you.”
​But when it is not reciprocated,
the deepest and most profound love,
like the flames of fire,
or like a volcano in full eruption,
it also extinguishes,
it goes out,
it dries up, disappears, and dies.
​If it is not attended to,
nor reciprocated,
in the way of one hundred percent reciprocity that he deserves.