My bride -poetry

My bride from dusk,
How beautiful can you get,
I'm not running through the middle of the night
Not even good moments on another day ...
And they stop wondering about you
Then, with the heavens,
When I am afraid of thinking I would forget,
Far too good, I want to ask you.
Where would you be when I did not know
Than I lose parts of my body
And, too, in the beating of the wind we lived,
He has always been in love.
It's getting harder to crawl up stories
And to heal me so, doubts,
Discovering how real you are.