The place where one’s strength is drawn from; where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self. The verb, “queer” means to desire. Querencia is a favorite spot, fondness.
There are gazillion stars in the sky
A moon to desire
Sun to bath in warmth of
But, all I want is you.
7 billion people in this world
And much more gold.
But, all that I dream of
The beauty of sunset,
Horizon enliven under the rising sun,
First blossoming flower of spring,
All my eyes crave is the sight of you.
There are all kinds of sorrows.
Worlds meeting, worlds getting apart.
They break my heart
But, nothing burns as bad as being away from you.
Fresh roses or rhinestones,
A hundred homes or Ave Maria
Nothing comforts like your embrace
You are my only querencia.
I was born when you kissed me.