PERFUME
Every
delicacy of a perfume
May your
soul exudes divine beloved,
Brings
me to an Eden Gardens. Fire
Stars
brighten my road...
Savor
each magnificent
Feast
you offer, a custom
Heavenly,
which both attracts, pleases
The
palate, the eyes, without complaining.
My
fantasy transformed
In the
most beautiful woman God created,
More
fine porcelain, covered
For more
delicate hands, today am
Just an
empty, almost nothing
Without
you, I have left very little...
You
seek, then the dream
I have
nothing, not the ground...
Haunts me, so ghastly.
MARCOS
LOURES
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