Do not leave until tomorrow
I ask you the tenderness milder
than that only life can give...
In the hands so delicate and serene,
will, without limits of stay.
I want each ray of moonlight brings,
spaces, so brightly...
The most delicious fruits from the orchards
forming in my dreams, the Garden.
I want the sweet smell of morning coffee
in delicate taste,
Living in the nice poetry at the desire
hope in love made a rare faith.
Do not leave so many dreams
to later in this pretty world, two to us...
Marcos Loures
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