I'm not dreaming of love in the midst of happiness,
because as time goes by it fades.
But a love in the hours of suffering,
it abides and never leave.
I don't like to have friends in times of prosperity,
just to consume and drink some wine.
But only a true one in days of my loneliness,
a handkerchief in my crying times.
I don't want wealth to filled my household,
for it gives a void to a soul.
Nor a house that has playground within,
but it take days to see each one.
robert john bayoneta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-the-real-one/
