Like white

You are to me like a white thing

or new,

you are like that toys it takes carefully

I don’t want to wear away you a lot

I don't try to tearing so much

I would’t like to breaking you

… to me you are

like white.

You are like that memories untouchables in my mind,

nor my brain neither my soul could erase you.

You are like a thing white

when someone gets dirt you, I suffer,

because,

I adore you like that:

Perfect;  

far for my cries or my tears.

I prefer you in other land,

maybe in the ending town of this world

but unique like my feelings
for you.