MY LOVE SONG
I do not see the moon that brought you
Not even gentleness of this my sky.
Asking only if they were not
Taking this show her veil...
Who miss out kinder?
And always told me to be happy.
The colors that you draw, in a spring
Stealing, of this love, every hue.
This lumen that persecute which moth
Stretch by the stars without delay.
The life I always look unlimited
In colors, its charms, want it now.
Love is hardly a singing of agony,
Heat that warms and inflames on.
MARCOS LOURES
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