quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2019

Love letters

A clever man,
an intense lover
whom you'll never forget -
he won't let that happen.

He knows pain,
how much passion can burn
and yearn
under scorching sun or heavy rain.

He is in your hands
and you are in his.
Even if it scares and offends,
that's just how it is.

From sunrise to sunset
perhaps since the dawn of time
he has loved like no other
and in a way that love is mine.

17/07/2019

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