Your name in this poem

Tornasol on your hair, that light moves to the beat of the wind, subtle desire, passion, irreverent, when you see it, or if you notice your breath every word that strikes to silence and to hear your ideas is a great way to feel like in heaven, I do understand your thoughts generating an absolute confidence in me, almost as if you known for years, seemed to know, and in impeccable knowledge, remember each little stanza of your arguments makes me recreate my concepts, and improve my weaknesses, not having any news about you is unfortunate, but fail, because I know that each of my mail comes to you one way or another, even if you are trying to simulate what is inside, if there is a glint in the eyes of admiring a passage, or remembered a sentence, which aims roses arrived in good time, takes a sip of wine, a chocolate tastes divine, or mentally walk in the clouds of emotion, there are many things that are essential in this life they call as the one to tell that love is a pleasure at his side, or go shopping in the streets and an ice cream in hand, also llenarte head phylosophies and innovations, read a good book or change the old picture and a portrait of loss from your shadow, yes, even your silhouette to keep the inclemency of a summer sun in a desert would be more beautiful than what I offer you now, it would certainly forget the troubles, of ignoring the bad words and headaches of bypass airy words, to endure again and again and again as the exclusion or want to call the masses really a mockery of what I have or not is worth less than the floor where raisins, an idea that is being confronted with my desires would not be for nothing harmful if you have, the synthesis of my feelings do not come anywhere if it was you, because I realize that this is very idealistic and unreasonable would be tremendous in not understanding the signs that you left me, as to reach soon to a site, and surprise your friends, bring a gift to your favorite, put in the hands matched a precious gift, not so much for the price of street or utility, but for their beauty or quality of design, there are things that nobody might put precise value, or replace anything, as life, or the air we breathe, someone is not listed as good because it gives you something, but it does not make you any harm, anyway, so I extend that I forget to remind you that I would never forget your face, your voice, tone and timbre are stored in my memory, every time you change clothes they treat you well imagine, I hope you wake up every morning, I do not need someone else believes in me, that I do not feel comfortable in solitude, that I got used to your smile, every grimace on your face makes me happy, because I am not positive if your absence eats me inside, that trembles at every passing hour I hope the right time, and meet my basic needs to continue, perhaps not with the momentum of earlier, perhaps in an unorthodox manner, but the source of my best moments are you.