LOVE, MY GREAT LOVE
Delicious warmth that awakens
It leaves more sleep.
Love always a sentinel alert
Although the distance, I will hear you...
Words that we let go, more dispersed,
Do not fit in my verses tedious,
Much of which we expect in conversations
Now what do I do with my dreams?
Played on the bed, senseless,
Do not let my eyes more closed
Losing myself in the arms of this forgetfulness,
The dreams became hard fates...
Beloved does not allow this to happen,
Love so gentle: succor me!
RIMAR
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