My Sweet Love
I suppose more peaceful morning
Invading steamy entire night.
After so much pain mild,
In this spiky stems rose ...
In the praises of timid morning
The penetrating rays of the sun.
Life becomes this desire,
Want me to carry your headlight ...
Her eyes, diamonds more accurate
Radiant Star so beautiful ...
The delicate weaves of smiles,
That in dreams, beautiful madrigals, reveals ...
I want your perfume my beloved,
Born in my arms, dawn!
MARCOS LOURES
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