because

I watch, without seeing, a patch of the night's sky:
The stars are too heavy in the sky of waiting,
Yet, the deep darkness is so warm and inviting,
I feel how the remoteness' season slowly dies.

The pain of searching, finally, reached the nadir,
The Moon shows in the sky the exact time of peace,
The fall of words has made any noise to cease
And I stealthily cross the silence's frontier.

I stopped looking for me and quit to find you-
But what to look for when I am one with thee?
And I realized why your love still bears me-
Just because I'm strong to bear the love of you.