Martyrs

Martyrs

In your bright smiles the promises ...
Queen who enslaves one heart!
My world is confusion and not confesses,
Creep begging your forgiveness!
So many times the life plays tricks
We need to find a guardian.
On my baggy way, do not ask for me
Delights which truly did not come.
I cannot walk around without your feet.
I cannot breathe without your air ...
The life that you see will bias
Guardian of the desires and delirium ...
What is the point, without fruit, my orchard?
A reflection of this love said tortures.

Loures