Te Regalo

Love here does not shout, does not make scenes, and does not demand proof. It simply quietly offers a shoulder when the world falls apart. Tenderness spreads through the melody like warm honey on bread - sticky, warming, lingering on the fingers. There is no pathos in these words, but there is a strange willingness to give everything inside, not for the sake of drama, but for the sake of another person's peace. Such love is a little crazy, but that is why it is real. When “until death” sounds not like a promise, but like a natural state - like breathing.