Near me.
When you have my love next to me,
I find solutions to problems.
With me is right, do not be afraid,
of sorts happiest, I come,
My chest like an old bird, singing poetry,
and simply breaking; the past,
these chains in search by uncontrolled affection.
Serving our love without measures
and the time by your side, dear.
Moments when I can at last to say that life is full so doing,
taking the heart of this poet,
spilled in my way, your pleasure ...
Marcos Loures
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