I Love: The Pronoun You Poem by rosalinda flores martinez

To everyone, and specifically for the second person pronoun, singular and plural in number: You.

I am she, third person pronoun: singular in number, feminine gender. My name is Rose.

Don't you know that I love you? Every beat of me lives for you. My every breath longs to linger in your mouth.

Do I really love you? Why do you have to ask? Your face is the sky to me.

They told me you were a great man.
You don't need to win that soccer match.
Your peculiarity and your brilliance, come to serve everyone.
I know where to tickle you.
You don't need a hair grower.
You don't need an enlarger of any stuff.
You don't need those big muscles to punch.
And I don't want you to be a senator robbing money from the people.
You don't need a Volvo.
You don't need to be young.
You don't need to be old.
You don't need to be what you aren't and pretend you are someone else,
like Superman, or an American Idol,
or a rocker like Bono.
You only need to be you -cool and cute in any angle that I look at you, during work.

I need you to be a man for me: strong, and a baby, sometimes.
I need you to clasp those hands together in chants and Kung Fu.
I need you to go on your knees every morning,
Lift your hands and bow to the sky. The sky is your mirror.

I am not anyone's wife. I am somebody else's wife.
My husband knows I belong to him alone.

Oh, and how could you tell that she really loves you?
In marriage and a family.

Oh, and she, another she?
If she's concerned with how good you could be for others,
But I don't know exactly how, maybe if God's will comes.


And forget about her, are you with me?
Every fiber of your vein is woven in my prayer.
Every muscle that you flex, I could feel in my heart.
Every time you say you love Him,
I love you more and more, more than anything - that very moment.

Your heart is in mine?
My heart takes the place of yours?
We beat as one now? Take care of my heart.

Are you confused with my answers?
You have to pray, so you would find out.
And who do I love? The monks.

And you, too, brother, father, and son,
And all else is for God to decide.
It seems that we have to love each other, too.
Take care of my heart.

I love you. Be with me in prayer.
Now we are the first person pronoun, plural in number: We.