Love and Poetry
Love without pleasure; it is prison
And forges sleepless nights without desires.
Love in disaffection; love alms
And asks charity sweet kisses.
A broken vagabond heart
Wander through the ruins of the city
In search of truth and solution
Lying in such happiness ...
I do not sing my love truly sad
But I feel these promises turned,
Much of that love, love insists
Love maybe convinces my beloved ...
This brings nothing without love poetry,
Love in unloving, cold night is ...
Marcos Loures
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