My Sweet Love
I imagine most serene sunrise
Invading steamy all night.
After much pain and cooler,
In this sharp nails pink ...
In timid praises in the morning,
The penetrating rays of the sun.
Life becomes this desire,
I want to carry at your lighthouse ...
The eyes, diamonds more accurate,
Stars radiant as beautiful ...
The delicate webs of smiles,
That in dreams, beautiful madrigals, to revealing ...
I want your perfume my dear,
Born in my arms at dawn!
MARCOS LOURES
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