Perhaps my love isn't so real! Perhaps it's a strange love, or perhaps I don't long to be near your body, but near your dreams, to open a path for them; yet, in my poems, I hasten to declare my love to you every day, without forgetting your tears. Is it worth it to speak to you of this love? Especially the one that reached me in autumn and in the moments of my life. How I long to love you! To taste your love, to celebrate your beauty in the clarity of rainy days. Here, I hasten to acknowledge all that is put forward; it is absolutely necessary! Even if you don't understand me; if you could dream of us together, of nights lost in our dreams; wouldn't I have seen your eyes? Perhaps, my love, it isn't so nostalgic, but rather a serene love, relatively new.
My blog is dedicated to poetry.
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