THIS LOVE
That love, not born made seed...
Made flood came, fearless!
And my being involved...
Therefore, I cannot stop it...
Limit it...
Me enter and go beyond...
Permeating my soul...
It forces you to handle it...
Levítate...
How to say it was all a joke?
Some silly girl dreaming?
Fancy a nice passing illusion?
To be sure,
Even not knowing explain to you,
This love was made,
Reason of my life!
Would that there were in thee,
Love like...
You could then
Without the usual fear,
From those contemplated, with a love, such
I understand!
Understanding,
This love for you,
If it does, gift from heaven!
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