I confess that I Love You
Vaporous, soft and delicate
The rose that lurks in this corner.
Knowing that both really beloved
Do not like or do not realize her charm ...
Chimeras that carry they are profane,
The time without going flavorings,
The pain that you bring, not fool me,
Perhaps by now you take me other evils ...
I'm not even in a sea disenchantment
I've had tempests are nothing ...
Challenge gradually each mantle
In sudden solitude of my beloved ...
Now that is starting this evening,
Love so decided to confess ...
MARCOS LOURES
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